Coping

An arduous task it was;
Surviving the harsh winter night.
Seeking refuge,
In an abandoned, crumbling house
The poor man desperately craved
For some warmth as a shroud.
Lying on bare cold floor,
devoid of warmth,
He cried aloud,
Cursed the winds
That found the gaps
And speared his torso.

Tormented by hunger and cold,
In a state of exhaustion,
He fell into a state of unconsciousness
And dreamt;
Of fragrant, brightly hued flowers.
He dreamt of spring;
Warm, balmy, cheerful,
Making a comeback. 

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