Inside my dream has drowned, to wrench below
the moving tides, as tender warmth so fades.
A fabric mind afloat in fluids flow
to change my course, to move my soul in spades.
As frosty etched and frozen glass aglow
of light mirrored by ice, in cold cascades.
So winter comes at last to this chateau,
its frosty breath has wheezed, in winds betrayed
by moaning trees, so cold beneath the snow.
As silken curves rapture on winds remade
of snowy dunes so deeply lush, bestows
my soul, a sight and thought, of dreams decayed.
A dream beneath a filling moon, so howls
in minds of mortal men, in winter's jowls.
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Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
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a true winters tale one told by an open fire were you can just imagine the blanket of snow on the ground andtrees bowing down with the weight of winter apon them a very deep insight on a typical winters day well done for taking me step by step into your w
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Cold...cold...cold...please, someone build me up a fire in my room (even though I will get kicked out of my dorm) for it is cold.
Very descriptive.
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The biting clip of Wintry teeth nip fiercely in this fine composition.This shivers even more so in reading it's descriptive words.
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