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winter's masterpiece |
| Frost clings to barren trees The ground covered in ice The flowers have wilted away The leaves crushed in November's dream. Bird song graces no more Long gone skies of gold Waterfall frozen in tears Benches to creak and moan. Petals fly in lonely wind Rememberance is bittersweet A longing for warmer days In answer to the endless night. |