When Winter Rules
The bitter cold has gripped the land
in ice.
All’s frozen in its place and
nothing moves.
The winter’s tightened grip exacts a
price.
The road is marked with stubborn
frozen grooves.
The food stored in the cupboard must
suffice,
As we inside will wait till temp improves.
So we’ve become subject to winter’s
law
And dream of warmer days when comes
spring’s thaw.
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