The end of a game, the beginning of a new game.
New cards are dealt, some are not marked.
Dark kings seep into the soul,
But, this time, they bring a melody of rebirth and faith.
Outside, the dark night of Shevat, the first snowfall sets in,
And with it, the promise of endless rebirth,
Though doubt still floats in the cold wind,
It is the poet's challenge, to find hope in his five letters.
And while darkness covers the sky,
Uncertainty looms behind the bad gambler,
It is the dreamer's heart that guides us to win this hand.
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