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Middle of Winter (Poem)


The snow crunches beneath my feet,
While the morning chilly air brushes by gently,
As I look at my surroundings
While I walk by the forest during my morning walk.

The trees are dead,
for the leaves are gone,
and the branches are frozen.
To many this is haunting,
For me however,
I find this place a true beauty.

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