Comes Winter
A blowing season moans mournfully
rising with fearful anger
and singing determinedly in passion.
Chilling the air around me
makes way for natures winter slumber.
Winters sun disappears
in shades of violet,
this season grows with anger.
A wintry wind now sings in blue layers,
stars twinkle through the darkness
and nature displays her glory.
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