The misty horizon beckons
The deceptive spring day
Frolicking in the beach
I hoped to, but turned out gray
Amidst the teeth chattering chill
I still had my sweet way
Far into the frigid waters
I let the ways on me, play.
Life isn’t waiting for the calm
As goes the oft repeated cliché
Its dancing amidst the cold rain
Keeping it up, be it sunshine or nay.
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