Winter is coming (poem)
Winter is coming (poem)Winter is coming;
it's starting to snow.
The colors are falling
and the grass will not grow.
The sky is not blue,
but painted with gray.
The birds are not singing,
but flying away.
The waves on the coast
look ferociously fierce
As they pummel the breakwall
with each pounding pierce....
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