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The Beauty

of Winter

I feel the roughness of the bark

Around the blackened trees, that mark

Where fires burned, yet they were brave

Determined to last these dreadful days.

But time it does race

Fragile as a vase

So in my heart there’s a place

For winter’s cold face.