Oh. winter, winter.
As you plant your kiss on Autumn's brow -
Shrivelled were the birch tree's once iridescent bough.
Quench'd were cries that forged thy cold wrath.
'Tis the Winter Wonderland molded with snow's eerie laugh.
As the nightingales sang in vain -
A withering tune it bore;
As tired winds blew in pain -
Remorse drowned thy Spring that was no more.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
