Bare are the branches on a cold Winter’s night
As chilled winds pass through them with ease
Whistling and rustling the trees seem to dance
Whilst shivering beneath the Moon
Bare are the branches on a cold Winter’s night
As chilled winds pass through them with ease
Whistling and rustling the trees seem to dance
Whilst shivering beneath the Moon
The Mansionic Perspective 
Indeed! 🙂 ❤
Nice one Tom. 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be!
Prenin.
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🙂 Thanks once more, Prenin.
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This is a lovely poem, Tom.
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Thanks for saying so, Sara.
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Brrr! Hoping for spring soon… 🙂
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Apparently it’s on it’s way, Diane!
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Beautiful poem. It feels like a cold winter’s night.
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Thanks, Diana. Hopefully we won’t have too many more pf them now…!
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I agree! I’m ready for spring.
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Not long now… I can feel it.
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