When winter falls,
The trees succumb
To the mellow, white burden
Of the frost that becomes
Like a glistening blanket
Over nature's own silence,
But that silence speaks
In a voice that entices
Me in my madness
To come. To rest. To be.
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PoetryWINNER: Challenge Prompt for Day 2 and Day 9! ~~~~~~~~ 30 poems. Short, little poems. Each with its own theme. All original. All inspired. All filled with a piece of me and therefore beautiful in their own right. My entires for the @WattpadPoetry a...
