A winter rose is very rare
Whose delicate petals weep
As the bitter north winds blows
Them fiercely off to sleep
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Harbored
As I look from my window
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The Autumn Leaves drift past my window
The summer has died away
The frost will soon be back
Winter is now coming soon
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A New Day
Dawning of a new day…
Melting midnight fears away
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You stand like a rock
or a tall oak tree
just behind me
To catch me if I fall
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