Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
09.11.2025
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Waiting for the Shadow
The crowd has gathered, breath held tight,
To see if sun will shine its light.
The groundhog stirs, his moment near,
A symbol small, yet held so dear.
Through frost and chill, through skies of gray,
We long for spring’s first gentle day.
A shadow means more snow and pain,
But hope, like spring, will rise again.
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