The Dark Season
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Hazel Durham
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Her fragile emotions blowing to and fro
Like a New York breeze,
Her tantalizing green eyes turning black,
All part of the big freeze,
Glaring white snow pure as her soul,
But the dark skies smothers her heart,
As she tries to free herself from her
ghosts of inadequacy,
Ghosts that haunt her mind, her fragile
part,
She loves him, she loves like the roar of
the Atlantic ocean,
Her green eyed interpretation of life
Makes her fragile emotions
Scream as she dreams
Of peace for her conflict to cease,
Her man loves her in every season
Of her changing moods,
Of a self hating season,
The sun hides from this dark season,
Of shifting sands along the wildness of the ocean,
Soon this will pass,
Calmer emotions, calmer oceans,
Her man stands firm, constant his
emotions,
True, real, beautiful as the dazzling
ocean,
She thanks God for the beauty of his
emotions,
Saving her in the dark season,
As it passes
She rises and begins to bloom again
underneath the warmth of the sun.
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