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Burning Chill

Winter brings the icy chill.
Decaying leaves, void of color.
Water freezes bringing in the joy.
But what about the plants full of beauty,
No where to go.
Forced to slumber under what should make them grow.
Flowers weep yearning for the sun,
But never heard behind the children’s fun.
What all is left, is petals from the deceased,
Being blown by Winter’s laughter.
Crumbling under its frozen grasp.

(2013)

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