Winter. A Poem.



To see beauty where decay lies,

And warmth and life in winter’s fold,

Is possessing unclouded eyes

And apperceive a truth of old.


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About cyrilbussiere

Author (, Writer, Scientist, and Nurse-to-be. I'm into writing, reading, gaming, raising chickens, playing guitar, and traveling. Man, do I love traveling!
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7 Responses to Winter. A Poem.

  1. Great poem, Cyril, and a great photo to go with it. Is that your garden?

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  2. vivachange77 says:

    Your words and the rose speak as one voice. Simple adn beautiful.

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  3. Meredith says:

    There is beauty in death.


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