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Winter's Silence

cloaked in the morning, the silence of December's trees softly heard
letting lose a lonesome sigh as the breeze breaths a ravens cry;
grieving are the mornings songs nestled within the forest's tranquility.
the freezing northern winds whisper, wrapping my bleeding heart within a velvet robe.

my grief falls apart, as if a dream, enchanting within this franconian canopy;
this forest embraces me, caught for eternity dwelling among the dense wood;
such a purity lies within the emerald green veiled beneath this winter's snow.
the dawn now awakens this morning from it's ice with shimmering fountains of light.
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