Cold winter blows and the days are long,skys are gray, and the snow lingers on. Trees are bare their leaves, turned brown minutes pass by, without a sound.Tiny footprints, in the snow where did they come, from where do they go? Silence, all around me falls,listen as the winter wind calls.White and, pure like the snow on the ground, Gods own grace is all around. Lift my eyes so I may see, All Gods gifts surrounding me.
Reason for writing:
silence
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