Here, in the far north
It's time to plan for snow
What ever is left on bare ground
For the season will be froze
The birds of fowl
Within their coops
No longer to be noticed
'Til the nights of long
Have come and gone
On the flip side of the Solis
In a darken state
Of the Poetic mind
Abilities are frozen
To reason and rhyme
Frostbitten thoughts
Creeping sublime
Oh how we'll long
For sweet spring
Sunshine
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
Here, in the far north
It's time to plan for snow
What ever is left on bare ground
For the season will be froze
The birds of fowl
Within their coops
No longer to be noticed
'Til the nights of long
Have come and gone
On the flip side of the Solis
In a darken state
Of the Poetic mind
Abilities are frozen
To reason and rhyme
Frostbitten thoughts
Creeping sublime
Oh how we'll long
For sweet spring
Sunshine
....
....
Traveler Tim
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