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Winter's Weeping
The wind shatters the echoes that last,
As every pine tree cries its first snow,
The sun shines silently on the once warm plane,
As icicles form just the same.
The wind shatters the echoes that last,
As every pine tree cries its first snow,
The sun shines silently on the once warm plane,
As icicles form just the same.
Dear Jherta
Dear Jherta . Excellent first. If you can hear the echoes of the weeping sound of pine trees & feel the warmth of the sun with the frigidness of icicles ..you will reap from your own experiences.~~ From a Sailor who is still looking for gold in the sunshine to sell in the market~~
©bishu