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Nov 14, 2020
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The weary wild wind
The weary wild
Wind whistles
It’s woebegone
Song of sorrow .
That is swiftly
followed
By the crisped
Snowflake
Filled air.
Washing the world
into winter
for all to share.
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
4 years 7 months ago
I wouldn't change a thing...
This is a change from season to season and a nice change from you. I can feel the cold, frigid air blowing and whipping the snowflakes around me. ~ Geez.
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Edward nigma
4 years 7 months ago
Thank you
Thank you
Lavender
4 years 7 months ago
The Weary Wild Wind
Hello, Edward,
Love your alliteration! I agree with Geezer - I can feel the cold wind all around me.
Thank you!
Edward nigma
4 years 7 months ago
Thank you
Thank you
Edward nigma
4 years 7 months ago
thank you
thank you