The air it feels 
so crisp today,
summers leaving 
as it may
I will not 
linger on
those brutal days
of heat that's gone,
instead I'll ever still
be glad
for winters chill
is not as bad,
as baking in the 
summers sun
in winter time
I feel I've won,
the privilege
of being cold,
away from summers 
sun so bold.

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