The Starting End

The white of Winter
Or is it grey?
Has shown its crisp face
This old November day

The sun fails to shine,
Those dominant clouds
The spirit of life
Somehow left me now.

Please spend this day
You by my side,
Warmth through love
Todays sun can’t provide

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(spend, cover, crisp)