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Crawl, crawl thou Winter Frost:
thou art the spirit that
keeps harmony alive through
thy bitterness of cold.
Wind, wind blow far into
this dust of night.
Thou Winter Frost mirrows images;
of warmth of love in a hug.
Man thou art the spirit of
warmth in this bitterness of cold.
Beads tinkle, dangle from blackness-
and reflects a
glowering smile towards ill-fated
figures of the wintry cold breeze,
that gusts a certain empty arctic.
Crawl, crawl thou Winter Frost,
give elated longing-
thou art the best for comfort in thine pain.
Celine Berghmans
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