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Winter’s Rumbling
glistening, gently tumbling
washing hearts pure, humbling
resounding lights, mumbling
glitter alive, flakes fumbling
snow glowing bright, as I’m stumbling
through the wonderful, grumbling
so each flake sails, escapes – bumbling
glistening, gently tumbling…
on the edge of the winter’s rumbling
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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