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The Coldest Days

Smell of pine

Breath of clouds

Frozen Streams

And loud snow piles


Crackling wood

Mittens and boots

Dreadful blizzards

Oh what wintery truths


Lands are covered

Icicles hang above head


A joyful winter is a here


Written By Dawn M. Dean

From Book: The Paths of Life, Through the Eyes of Dawn

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