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Winter Creek, Run still and deep. Cold and bare, Life hidden, somewhere. |
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Air is cold, Land looking so old. Never to mind, The passing of time. |
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And with the snow, and the sunrise glow. Beauty is found in the cold winter ground. |
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Winter creek, so still and asleep. But soon to bring The promise of spring. |
Images and poems Copyright 2001 Anthony V. Seo