Ode to WinterA Poem by SmokeyIf you should ever know me again, and In gentler climates stoop to ask me then Which season is most inequitable And why it is that you can never trust I will indulge, shut your eyes, close your noise For they decieve in other worlds than this Where familiar voices speak in strange tounges And whisper cruelties that tear through the sun Know this; that Winter is more friend than foe And that only from death, can life be known © 2013 Smokey |
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Added on February 24, 2013 Last Updated on March 11, 2013 |