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the cold voices thru the door of death
the the heartless winds whisper thru the meadow
send shivers down my spine
a silver meadow glistening from nonexistent sunlight
hovering overhead are angry gray clouds threatening storm
a dark, cold night as a young doe searches for her young
never to be found
- Title: cold
- Artist: web649631
- Description: a poem about how i feel about winter. im a summer person so can see i hate winter
- Date: 07/23/2011
- Tags: cold
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