I see beyond winter's cruel, sterile kingdom.
The wind's adverse discord won't defeat me.
I look to a green spring of fresh promise.
I look to vibrant, teeming symbols;
In which the bright future is encrypted.
I seek obscure insights and new words;
That will emerge, like rare flowers from earth
Laid waste, into wilder, deeper meanings.
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