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The Dead of Winter
awakening one night i lay disoriented what caused me to waken i listened to hear what i could i was only met by a strange silence laying snuggled in bed from the cold i began to wonder what it was night time is always full of surprises especially in the dead of winter an eerie feeling drew me to the window ledge it was full of icicles i stood in awe at views of the icicles swirling like skaters dancing looking beyond i was mesmerized by the blanket of pure white snow night time is always full of surprises especially in the dead of winter before me lay the jeweled white snow so pure glistening in the dark the moon had cast a glow upon thousands of shimmering diamonds the beauty was beyond words that could express what i was seeing night time is always full of surprises especially in the dead of winter the silence was one of such peace and serenity i didnt want to leave i started shivering realizing how cold i was becoming the fire was gone i had the fire going once more i sat in my rocker gazing out the window night time is always full of surprises especially in the dead of winter the radiance of the moon the whiteness of the snow enveloped my mind peace sank deep within my soul as i continued to look out the window this was the time of year when the world seemed beyond the chaos night time is always full of surprises especially in the dead of winter Vote for this poem
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