Category : Poems

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Upon the morn of thy cold, bitter winter. Beaming rays flickered, shy of crackling fires and heat of beating hearts. Voices of ice, coated thy frost trees. Echoes like silk, crimson with blood of deformed oaks, seeping stories of tingling wonders. Robin of thy oak, lark soar over sapphire sky. Birds of a many: swift and gracious. As one may be. Though dry winter has come once more, whispers of fine journeys hollow out the soul of darkness to welcome thy gleaming light.