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Things die in winter; beautiful things.
The roses, the warmth, the color, the trees.
Sometimes even love, no matter what the pleas.
Things die in winter; beautiful things.

The destruction of winter is beautiful and cold.
The frost, the snow, the wind the chill;
No one can stop it and no one ever will.
The destruction of winter is beautiful and cold.

The comfort in winter is rare but wonderful.
The cocoa, the closeness, the blankets, the fire;
Although at some point, these things must expire.
The comfort in winter is rare but wonderful.

The hope during winter is small but it grows.
The sun, the spring, the bulbs, the nests;
They are all coming soon, but must survive winter's tests.
The hope during winter is small but it grows.

--I kinda used a different style with this one...not sure if I like it, but there it is