Beneath the solemn, snowy fold
Through darkest night, and quiet cold
Over many a lonesome, wandering way
Amongst the shadows of fallen frost
Winter whispers, silently
And there called out, in song to me
Betwixt the shudders of frozen earth
And the umbral symphony
A distant sound, so far away
And upon that chilly, winters night
Through dreary wind, and crack of ice
To me, it must have sounded like
Footsteps, upon the cobblestone
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very nice. You are really only in 8th grade?
Yes.. I will be entering ninth grade come autumn next.
However, I am in advanced classes..
Thank you.. I write from the heart.
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