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Seasons came and went,

From spring it was another winter then,

Leaves fell to the ground leaving what’s behind,

The cold air felt even colder now,

The frozen lake and the mountain peak,

A lonely winter she began to weep,

The woods knew her story,

The moon consoled her with light,

For the darkness she endured,

The fire warmed her with its touch,

The trees in the cold wind bowed to her to speak,

She lay on her bed and went to sleep,

For maybe the next day will be brighter for her than yesterday….


The Cold Night

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Her hands trembled with cold shivers,

The fog the only blanket she wore,

A cold night was just the beginning of her misery,

Stale food of last days cold and tasteless now,

A number of shadows walking past her,

None could see and feel her plight,

It was one of those miserable cold nights..

The Morning Mist

The morning began with the cold haze,

The dew water droplets that form on the grass,

The low cloud drifting,

Fog builds up in the mountains,

The lake begins to fade,

The view fogs up,

The cold shivers,

The gentle touch,

I am caught up in the mist,

The sky, the mountains, the lake I seem to be lost among them…