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Winter rain,
silver and friendly,
bathing hard ground
with glittering light:
a signal
that your season’s ending
Your frosty ghost
still haunts the night
I see you rise
as mist in moonlight--
warmth a pocket in cool air
A chilling
and mysterious sight,
but in the morning
you’re not there
Winter rain,
fall cold and lonely...
Unwelcomed herald of the spring
No friend to any folk who’s only
waiting for flowers to sing
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