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Winter Rose

Winter’s gale beats at my back drifting, blizzard, focus
Yet one kind word can warm winter months from locusts
Amidst the footless trail a bone structure hopeless
cruelly cold is the judgment of man, vainly useless

Emptiness sits on the dawn of a wintry somber smile
Facing the lonely dark of night is worse than guile
Thinking: love is for the lucky and youthful strong
The great sun had turned his face away all winter long

The earth, undressed, goes down into a vale of grief
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