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24 January 2015

Winter



white
bright snow
cool winds blow
parts start to freeze
tempatures down below
you feel the cold down to your knees
and see an ice demon riding a breeze
nothing beats a full moon during a winter's night
to survive obtaining heat is the key
the elements don't head to pleads
ride an albino crow
in the dark sees
eyes that glow
bestow
light

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

Diatelle Poem

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