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What art thou?
With winter's persistence,
The gardens grow dead.
The struggles fill us
With heavy dread.
The snow blazes passed us
The wind howls and echoes far.
My little brother clings to blankets,
And my parents hold each other without a second thought.
Yet I sit behind a candle,
Its' warmth so yummy and good.
The harsh winter will pass us by,
And by and by 'till the...
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:10 am
What am I?
I come suddenly,
My presence unexpected.
A shocking jolt,
Without reflection.
And as you look
Upon my form,
Just a mirror
Of your inner dorm.
And when your breath
Takes the air around,
A single sound
To fill the town.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:08 am
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