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dizzycrone | |
Date Posted:14-11-2014 11:02Copy HTML Grey black clouds to the ancient rhythm of a wild ,winters wind, heralding autumns passing with the first threat of things to come... Our frozen minds cling still to images of sandy shores and sun dappled oceans, and while November beckons winter to please ‘Enter here’ we poor mortals cling to hopes of Spring..
Vicki x
I hate winter.. so there! don't knock on deaths door.. just ring the bell and run like hell!!
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Druid_girl | Share to: #1 |
Re:the hope of spring Date Posted:15-11-2014 01:23Copy HTML Love your poem and pic, but most of all your true feeling for winter...it's a curse I tell you! haha
Mariaxx "Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point."
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dizzycrone | Share to: #2 |
Re:the hope of spring Date Posted:15-11-2014 02:19Copy HTML
hahaha, I do have a true feeling for winter Maria, but its not printable Down here in Devon winter mostly means rain, fog, and damp, not much frost and very rarely snow, if we do get snow its just a flurry, I can deal with that. Thanks for reading and replying I really appreciate it. Vicki x
don't knock on deaths door.. just ring the bell and run like hell!!
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