WINTER BY ANN WOOD
Winter is knocking on our door, the weather is getting colder.In some places, the first snow has already fallen, and the ground has turned white.
Winter is the season in which I was born, nearly fifty years ago.
I love all the seasons because they all have their own beauty and colours.
Winter is white and cold, but still beautiful in its own way.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-12-04 at 14:14
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