Winter's Twigs Wither

Winter's twigs wither when wild wind whisks
sprigs in tempestuous blizzard weather.


1/7/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Theraven Avatar
January 10, 2021 at 9:56 PM
Juliet, Tears at me every time, the cold. A time for every season. But why the blizzards of life? You made this one all yours. -Richard
Ligon Avatar
January 21, 2021 at 11:33 AM
Thanks, Richard. Soon the season will come to an end. Blessings.
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