others say that winter is cold
but we don't know what they've been told
winter rarely comes around here
so when it comes we hold it dear
it comes, it goes, and then it's done
too soon it's time to see the sun
it's just a glimpse of what we miss
never seeing snow's light chilled bliss
you never know what you are missing
until cold dirt is what you're getting
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
