Winter Is Coming ...
Winter will back with a vengeance.
It will shake the leaves off the trees and scatter them onto the floor, once more.
The flowers lived too fast and died too soon.
Souls live a bittersweet existence and die in vain.
Wicked. The war of the seasons has begun.
Death, eternal nothingness, had the final word.
(this is an excerpt from the poem, "Wicked Weather in New York")
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