It's that time of the year,
Harsh and cold, with dreads of fear.
The icy sensation that runs along
Forcing the body to stand strong.
With shorter days and longer nights
Darkness prevails through the skies.
The poor souls are left alone,
On the streets, lying on stone.
They are the one's that suffer the most,
While we are busy prepping the host.
The long winter nights are a sight to behold,
But not a blessing for those who are cold.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
