In the grip of winter
Only a sip of light
Can come into sight
The sky may fall
Consoled from a cloud
Land adorns a shroud
A mournful breeze
Heard to sanctify
Then whispers a sigh
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January 31, 2016 at 4:17 am
Beautiful
February 14, 2016 at 7:17 pm
Thank you