Poetry Archive
Winter's winds
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Rise o' winds of the Winter, cold,
Whip through fall's red and gold...
From dawn to dusk, with your chilling might, blow,
Chopping and foaming through the river's flow…
Whistle through the branches all bare and battered,
Roar past the stars in the heavens, scattered...
Tear through the fog, ghostly and bright,
Rage... Rage through a dying Winter's night…
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