winter nights
As the wind blows across the empty plains,
all life screams to fall asleep.
The sky fights off the night.
The pinks and blues filter through the clouds
Dark shodows all around,
A nip of cold in the air,
Is that snow I feel?
Could winter really be here?
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| A gift | 2 | 04/24/2010 |
| Simple Breed | 6 | 04/18/2010 |
| missing you | 4 | 03/08/2010 |
| Fields Of Green For my love | 6 | 03/07/2010 |
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| only if you knew | 3 | 01/20/2010 |
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