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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I once thought of winter as the grave, Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave. Always bitter, never would it save, Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave. Musings of hearths and blazing fires, Held my thoughts, my heart’s desires. Warming my bones from Winter’s satires, Birds chirping from frosty nests despite kindly lairs. I always felt the chill of the season’s snows, All the way into my bones as my blood slows, Reflecting darkest anguish who’d expose, Suffering sentiments, my feelings mostly froze. Thoughts of springtime would silence my soul, Bringing me stirrings of laughter to console. Despite the dark days, the nights of burning coal, My heart was breaking beneath my self-control. I never realized that even Winter has her beauty, She isn’t like spring or summer with their booty, Autumn doesn’t seem as chilling, though so fruity, Her blankets of snow paint a land so heavy duty. Beneath her flakes, showering the heart with bliss, She feels like a light, glistening in shadows, a kiss, Risking the dance to trembling, happenstance, she’ll miss… All the wonder found in the plunder when we reminisce. Thus, as time left me with understanding, I became… In love with Winter, the bitter chill, the endless flame, A blazing fire, a warm cup of tea, a feeling that came… To carry me through this frosty season of joy to proclaim!
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