Category: Poetry
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by Per Svangren Deep in the grip of the midwinter cold Stars send a sparkling light. All are asleep on this lonely farm, Deep in the winter night. The pale white moon is wanderer, And snow lies white on pine and fir. Snow glows on rooftop shake. The tomte alone is awake. Gray, he…
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Winter Days by Elizabeth Sculley How silently the snow falls, How beautifully, How romantically, Making the earth a blanket of white. Almost as beautiful as white lilies, thousands of them, blooming on a hillside. How could this be the cold, freezing snow …