When I was a young man the coming of the end of winter summoned the warrior in me.

Time passed, tears paved paths,

These hands, once thirsting vengeance, now caress the wounds.

As summer’s tail slothfully slithers towards its steaming den,

Behold, the artist is awakened.

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