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the sun twinkles through the glass
as the day fades
a phantasm
when you step outside
to feel the thorns of chill
from the wind
you thought spring is here
there's also snow in the forecast
yet the cat still inquires
about the reflection
 the face of my watch makes on the wall
not swallowed by light
the sky is clear and mellow
wishing it was spring too
so we could put the coats away