Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,
A time of year that lasts many a day.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Winter Tales.
If I rubbed a magic lamp, if I gained a genie...
What would I wish for?
I would wish for this to stop.
All this violence that never ever ends.
But...
Every wish has consequences.
Together, sitting, writing, talking.
Sharing dreams for the future.
Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.
Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies.
But I still try.
Every day.
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