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Angel of WinterFrom the last loss of each flower comes the promise of birth the Angel is working to show the future on earth It's hard to look on a sky dark and grey our spirits do fall but we need to find a way To look forward to spring when the earth becoms warm dead woodland does as new growth is born just like our life the lost become found it's found in the bulbs planted in the ground A message is here for all to see, from the end comes new beginnings for all to come and see c) TRIZIA 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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