Children tremble
in the winter of night.

In blight they wander,
bleak, as this white numbing night.

Still, full
of colour

lie snow-coated tulips,
forever more dormant.

Frozen florets echo the sunrise,
this last match our hope.

Wary its warmth, 

                            will

                                      be 

                                             waning

                                                            soon

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Alexia Negrut is an amateur writer that enjoys instilling a passion for words in the readers of her work. She aims to highlight worldly issues and situations through the hidden meanings within her works.