Each new dawn means a new possibility
And possibilities mean hope.
The hope of spring, of rainbow and of flowers tomorrow.
Except today, the air is frozen.
The clouds have gathered.
It is threatening to rain.

A frigid air that grips today,
And freezes our dreams in it.
Our teeth clatter with compromise,
Our fist are tucked between our thighs.

This wind whips dust into the eyes,
To blur our vision, douse our mien and make us forget who we are.

But I am the dragon’s breath,
I do not shudder from the cold.

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