Michael Gale Poems
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Winter's Coldest Wintery Wind.
It is cold-It is cold this winter's wind...
It chills me to the thinnest bone.
It makes me ever so lonely lone...
Fall leaves fall and flutter so fast.
When'st will it ever end this madnessed wind? ...
T'will madness end this madnessed wind?
T'will'st this coldness end and rescind? ...
Northern most wind whips and wraps it's most deadly cold.
T'will i live to be olden old? ...
Will i ever be known as warmly bold?
Snow flakes jump and dance in the wind...
Wind currents send to winter's edge.
A most coldest sell to sold out ...
A sun drenched morning, with Butterflies,
fluttering from one empty cave,
Filled with leaves, mounting atop Man's sad,
and lonely grave.
Sunlight's rays spreading of snow white
Surrounding all it's sad forgotten women.
Confused and staring in empty world's
horizon, Heavenly Advance of The Lord's