Down the steps of
cobbled stones
an' beneath the trees
of snowflakes blown,
winter called to
say hello
and brought with it
the purity of
snow.
Through the gates
and to my door
I felt the chill
of winters
Snore
but as I looked out
I could not ignore
this seasons bite
and piercing
roar.



Frans

I loves ya back! Love, C


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