Because it's winter.
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Winter is sometimes painful like a splinter,
the cold winds hitting your face,
the wind in a race at a strange pace,
yet whistling with grace,
the crunching under your boots,
falling over hidden roots,
everything is frozen,
only chosen teas make it perfect,
your reflections reflect in the liquid,
inhaling the smell of cookies,
listening to singers whaling,
records replaying,
sweaters protecting us as if they were our lords,
fluffy socks,
forts out of blocks and pillows,
candles smelling like willows.
Winter is beautiful,
it's truly divine,
with all the hot wine
and the magical snowed on shrines,
it's like from a fairytale,
you're no longer in a jail of hot air.
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Okay so, all my poems have hidden meanings, it's like a game when I write them, understand?
It's always about more than it seems!
So guess!
Winner will have a poem dedicated to them.
Thanks for reading!
Farewell.
