Each day passing
more timely than the last.
And each breath is fresh;
The scent of ice is here.
Like in a movie
conversations and classes rush.
I'm waiting for the snow to come.
This is my favorite season.
It's like a room;
the magazines are old,
the people come and go,
and the anticipation is ripe
each time a name is called.
each time a leaf hits the ground.
each time a drop of rain hits me.
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