In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
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Brrrr Thursday
Brrrr Thursday
Baby it’s cold outside
Jackets and scarves required
The air is crisp and clear
The sun is out in it’s full regalia
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O, how my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
Forlorn souls,
Longing for someone,
......
O, how my heart can ache for the lonely,
Then I’d like to comfort them all,
Hold them close
Until their sorrow goes,
This great big world
Can seem so cold,
O woe, some end up alone,
Forlorn souls
Longing for someone,
......
her back to the world
she stands outside into the
cold
and the snow
made her a white helmet
and shoulder guards
and is now knitting a cape
the deer don't dare come
near her and the
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In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
......
In serpentine veins, a slither of glacial ooze,
A venom so cold, it chills the very muse,
It pulses through a chest where once beat fire,
A scorpion's frost, to sear and to inspire.
It nourishes the vulture, wings of night,
A raptor's gaze, a cold and bitter sight,
Its heart a desert, devoid of tender rain,
Yet thirsts for warmth that never comes again.
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I always long for winter,
cold but not the rain.
And enjoy the fluffy white,
covering the road and lane.
The icy woods would sparkle,
in the hazy light of sun.
Greyish the skies shall be,
after the storms have gone.
My eyes enjoy the beauty,
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I am not happy
How can I listen to what you say?
You talk about different bones
I think "why can't I laugh?"
you talk about my attitude
I ask myself "why am I here?"
You are explaining about blood
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i’ve always craved the sunshine
longing for winter to pass
and to feel
warmth radiating from within my skin
again
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