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A morning of coldness
but a skye so bright. Pastels and fyre warming the winter's nite. |
| The light seems to pour
from the clouds lying so low. Seeking to warm and brighten a landscape of ice and snow. |
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A field of winter lying
with it's cover cold and white. Waiting for springtime and the coming of life. |
| Then a final burst of glory
with the mountains all aglow. The dawning of another day passes As quickly as our lives do go. |
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Images and poems Copyright 2001 Anthony V. Seo