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Outside my window
I notice Winter walking towards the house
His cane clacks the sidewalk like hailstones
His cloak casts such lengthy shadows
His beard leans into the chilly wind
And his arrival changes the world
That once grew and thrived
In greens and pinks
Outside my window.
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A Poetry Journal
PoetryThis book was made to provide the wattpad community with a variety of poems. Some will be sad, happy, weird, ext. You may use these, as long as you don't give credit to yourself or to me. DISCLAIMER | I, myself, DO NOT own any of these poems.
