the trees stand so tall
golden tears have been shed
the glossy rain-washed strees
winter has its grib
from grey deep to pale
silhouettes of blackish-green
light up
the snowy mountain peaks
were the dream
of every child
lays
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
the trees stand so tall
golden tears have been shed
the glossy rain-washed strees
winter has its grib
from grey deep to pale
silhouettes of blackish-green
light up
the snowy mountain peaks
were the dream
of every child
lays
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