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Winter Has a Tale to Tell - A Poem

Winter has a tale to tell,

Of icy winds and magic spells,

Snowflakes dance on winds so light,

And trees stand bare in the cold night.


The moon reflects on icy streams,

A world transformed in winter's gleam,

Each step is soft on snow so deep,

A quiet calm where all things sleep.


The fire burns, the warmth is near,

While winds outside begin to steer,

A tale of frost, of stars that shine,

Winter's magic, pure and fine.


So listen closely, and you will know,

The winter’s tale, with ice and snow,

A story simple, pure, and bright,

A peaceful wonder in the night.


In winter's breath, a nostalgic spell is cast,

A timeless magic meant to last.




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