Winter's Paradise
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
An impressionist, like Van Gogh:
Winter feathers the ground with snow.
And as Sol sets the day aglow,
icicles sparkle in the light.
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
Icicles sparkle in the light,
adding fire to crystals of ice;
fueling its flame's frigid bite.
Icicles sparkle in the light,
as they magically ignite.
Lighting up Winter's paradise
icicles sparkle in the light,
adding fire to crystals of ice.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise
a depleted sun bleeds blood-red,
paying sunset's ultimate price.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise,
nothing but scarlet will suffice;
a shroud befitting Autumn's dead.
Lighting up Winter's Paradise,
a depleted sun bleeds blood-red.
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