Winter springs

December 10, 2008
snow,ice,bitter cold frosen in time.
wispering winds,
scidding leaves.
Winter snipping at you.
making promises it will never keep.
In the end it makes you weep.
Tears become crystals in the croul air.
Giving nothing back
as you fair.
Nothing is worth giving up your will.

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