"Part of you died each year when the
leaves fell from the trees
and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.
But you knew there would always be the spring,
as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen."
and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.
But you knew there would always be the spring,
as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen."
by E. Hemingway
