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DeAnn Apr 2017
Oh Winter
How you move me
With your lovely breezes
And white, snowy days
I was born of you
To last through these days
Of cold and hardship
But I am hardly bound by Winter
No, I am made anew
With a kinship like a lovers' restored
To bring the joys of winter to all
The Santa Claus for all of winter

Some may say you have a cold heart
And shun the world from seeing you
But I have seen your face
And the true light you bring to the world
They, the people, do not know you
Not as I do
They are unaware of your goodness
And your graces
The sun cannot compare to your beauty
With your clear, white snow
As it slowly falls at the brink
Of an iced-over lake
Where I am waiting.

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