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Winter
The snow laden bough
Creaks for release
The gentle falling snow
Does not cease
It falls merciless
to the ground
Somewhere a child is lost
In the snowed up hamlet
High up in the mountains
There is quietness
So eerie
As we wait for news from
the searchers
A candle on the window
To light the path of all
Lost in the deep snow
In midwinter
Creaks for release
The gentle falling snow
Does not cease
It falls merciless
to the ground
Somewhere a child is lost
In the snowed up hamlet
High up in the mountains
There is quietness
So eerie
As we wait for news from
the searchers
A candle on the window
To light the path of all
Lost in the deep snow
In midwinter
Published 22nd Jan 2012
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22nd Jan 2012 4:17am
22nd Jan 2012 1:28pm
Grace
I could almost see it
somewhere up in the
inaccessible parts of
the Himalayas.
With yaks and monks and
red cheeked childern.
Picturesque. Powerful.
Loved the read,
S'
I could almost see it
somewhere up in the
inaccessible parts of
the Himalayas.
With yaks and monks and
red cheeked childern.
Picturesque. Powerful.
Loved the read,
S'
22nd Jan 2012 2:06pm
22nd Jan 2012 2:51pm
22nd Jan 2012 3:19pm
