Swept up in spiteful cyclones as Summer sends her best regards,
the Morning brings malicious madness,
and not a hint of mercy.
Winter winds have been waiting for my weakness,
watching me emerge from my cave like a confused cub,
gleeful grins and giggles as I stumble towards the sun,
reborn after my rest,
but not quite ready.
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