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Here you are, my love. I know they are wilted--the days spent deliberating the decision of when to visit you have left my offering desiccated and gre..
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Calm, almost glassy, the lakeGently licks the sand-dusted shore.Winter silently trails a fingerAlong the surface of the tranquility.The ripples lappin..
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The sun is burning in the center of the horizon.When I look away, nothing else is bright enoughTo be seen through the spot bleached intoMy retinas.I d..
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A drip, a dribble, Coagulating with the other Falling droplets. The thunder Foments an uprising; the puddles, Normallystagnant, ripple and stir, F..
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I really love winter.
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Another story of a wintry walk.
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a shiver,and then,again.the sheetsenvelopingmeare like ice.somehow, i am freezingmyself.i closed my windowsmy doorseverythingto keep out the chill.but..
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From the anticipationOf the fumes near the flame,To the bright white blaze--Wondrously heartwarming--To the gently glowing coals,To the stagnant ash.I..
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A single tear,Slipping from the cloudy cheekOf the storm--We are simply moisture,Indistinguishable in the windAnd late evening gloom.Life is spent wai..
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A leaf.
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