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Petals fall in flakes of white
Winter calls, this frosted night
Whipping winds against the pane
Crystals form a frosty mane
Upon the glass that yields the cold
Yet, I shiver as the day grows old
Is it the day or is it me
Who ages like the barren tree
That shivers in the frosted night
When petals fall in flakes of white
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
This is my favorite today.
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Thank you very much, Oneta! 🙂
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we can only dream of a white christmas…
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Are you in a region where it does’t snow? 😦
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We have been known to get some, one year we were cut off from everything for several hours, but it doesn’t happen often enough for me.
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I wish it was only several hours here. Usually several days…sigh
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Pity we can’t swap!
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We can, virtually lol ❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks so much for sharing! ❤
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Wow! Your poetry makes me speechless Dorinda. Each one turns out to begetter than the older…it could only be the day!
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Thank you so very much, Balroop!! ❤
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loved those rhymes 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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