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Days are now much shorter
Nights are growing cold.
Season of death
is now upon us
Summer withdraws her sword
The killing frost has come
to extinguish life once more
There's a cruel change in this air
Can you feel it?
Everywhere….
Forget about your sun and fun
Your peaceful, carefree days
Feel that chilling sting
upon your face
Old Man Winter is…
about to have his way
In winter's silent embrace,
as daylight fades
to black and gray.
The trees stand bare,
their limbs crackling
against the sweeping air.
The earth lies
snow-covered,
a ghostly silent scene.
With a crisp
sense of death
and decay.
The world is blanketed
in melancholy white—
a frozen feel that numbs
and slowly devours the soul.
The sun sets,
its exhausted light
chills rather than warms.
Beneath the cold surface,
the seeds of life lie dormant.
We put our faith
in death's icy grip,
praying for spring's
resurrection.
Winter, thus, represents the end—
a time for rest and reflection.
But death will not tear me apart,
for within it, life waits to be reborn.
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