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Summer's gone,
Winter's here,
The snow has come,
The flowers gone.
The morning's gray,
The darkest days,
The blue has left,
The light is gone.
White is here,
Colors hidden,
Life is cold,
Nothing stirs.
Children play through the day,
Snowballs fly, without delay,
Sleds are here,
But bikes and balls are gone.
The hot chocolate is out,
No ice cream,
Feet are cold,
But do not fear, winter is not here to stay.
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Author's note: This was the first poem I have written, so it will not be the best. Feel free to give pointers on writing poems.
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