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Winter’s Wish

White drops of heaven

Pure cold desire,

No time for warmth or the log by the fire,

 

Winter’s voice

Staining everywhere,

Obsessively,

In the framework of my stare,

And

Across the windows,

And the bright crystal laden roads,

 

The snow is the show

And its blowing, growing,

Until the jolly old postman,

Says ho ho ho,

 

But the winter will have its toll

Under the inches of the hull,

Like the great fox,

Who strived to survive,

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The winter got the best of him

He tried but in the end his pride just dived,

And the freeze indulged in its jive,

 

The fox is dead

He passed coldly but he never bled,

Because of winter’s death,

Now he will rest,

 

Now he will sleep

Although his body is for the ground now,

His soul is not for the earth or winter to keep

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