The Woes Of Winter Poem by Winter Coulter
The Woes Of Winter
A symbol of innocence to some
To me it symbolizes death
A pure beauty to a happier person
To me it's the bitterness of a dying heart
A horrid reminder of the woes of winter
A bitter cold that settles in the bones and never departs
A sense of depression
A sense of being trapped
The thought of another ending, another death
Hearing nothing but the screaming wind, then dead silence
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