Cold, bitter, unpredictable.
Snowflakes stuck to eyelashes,
Icicles frozen beneath window sills,
Bitter mornings, frosty evenings,
Families huddle around the hearth.
Howling winds, sparkling snow.
Embrace the wild side of nature.
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Poem One
About the author
I like to write poems and short stories. I also like doing debates. I like to write with other people as well. I hope you enjoy my work
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