Winters Love

A beautiful poem.

A gentle rain, sweet, almost silent, falls softly on foggy windows,

like the tears of all the worlds broken hearts.

A mist, never-ending, blankets the landscape in a warm, dark nothingness.

The fog blinds you of the distance, isolates you from the world around you.

A slight chill hangs in the air, cool crisp and dry,

penetrates your clothes and bites your skin.

The wind carries Autumns brown leaves in a fiery dance of orange, yellow and gold.

A Fantail sings peacefully in the rain from a leafless oak tree.

The young girl clutches the last rose of the season and smiles at the winter wonderland that is so beautiful through the eyes of lovers. 

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