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Winter comes (Free verse) by prince of darkness In the dead of winter
the sorrow lies
within the coldness of life
the emptiness embraces us
and in the whitest dream
that now the crimson sun rises
through meadows of woes
and frost on trembling leaves
in arms of winter winds
a greiving melody for such wander
it makes him wander
to the splenders of reborning
at the end of the seasonal funeral
Up the ladder:
There sits a chair
Down the ladder:
My love
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Posted: January 24, 2008 5:15 PM PST; Last modified: January 24, 2008 6:00 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1897035 Overall Rank: 4781 145 view(s)
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