Winter short poem

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Winter is witnessing the mysterious slumber
Silence is peculiarly sharp and scandalizing.
And the polar bears are all happy in their sleep.
Hunting is a time game of the predator.
Winner lives and the other loses to hunger.

Northern Cardinals, blue jays and finches are flying.
Trees are shamelessly naked and frozen
And boulevard is all the way dazzling in white and hay.
Hearth is lit and warmth is stocked in every house.
Snow is glittering all over and kids have their hands full.

Snow man has a red scarf, spotted from far.
Chill is way too harsh, yet a pretty spectacle.
Men are sitting on haunches and smoking pipe,
While women walk in their lovely sweaters and gowns.
Horses and carriages stroll down the street casually.

Snow flakes and snow crystals glisten the ether
Skiing is the fun game of the season
Throwing snow balls brings laughter
And snow art is the new expression.
Finally frozen land welcomes New Year.

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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