Dedicated to my brother, whose remarks are sometimes chillier than the dead of winter.
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Snowflakes flutter down
Flowing wind singes cool cheeks
Trees are capped with snow
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Feathered Hope | Original Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a place to turn my thoughts to ink in the soulful world of poetry. Will forever be ongoing, as I don't think I'll ever stop writing poems.
