Winter s dead season to me
It shrinks my world
My activities
My thoughts, too
I do not feel comfort
I wait for the ending of winter,
Then for the spring
For new life
New thinking.
Winter s dead season to me It shrinks my world My activities My thoughts, too you mainly have shorten a long poem skillfully, thanks for sharing
I do not feel comfort, I see you have writtten practically
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You say dead winter, I also say so, your poem is short but meaningful, you mainly pictured the whole winter in your poem wonderfully, love it Such a poem I was looking for that you have written, thanks poetess