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A slumber my spirit did need 

As the hype of wanting rose 

Buried under what ifs and maybes 

In Winter, my spirit froze 

To see the hope and hear new beginnings 

I aim to move with new force 

In celebration with merriment, not remorse 


A quadrille of 44 words submitted to dVerse using the word spirit prompted by De Jackson.