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I sit
the wind playing with my hair
the sun for a moment shines glorious
and proud
reveling in its freedom before
the devious clouds drift in front of it
causing the darkness to return.
The snow covers the ground
everywhere you look the
pristine white blanket is seen.
This is winter at its best.
- Title: Winter Afternoon
- Artist: tefla
- Description: Just a poem I wrote in 2005. It can also be found at fictionpress.net
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: winter afternoon
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- cloudyrainbowz - 01/24/2009
- Its awsome, like in da first comment, it really does discribe winter!
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- Sweet CaramellDansen - 01/10/2009
- Beautiful. It describes winter as it is...
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