𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺

This Beautiful bloom of winter aconite
Wondering how days end at site
People looks not so keen
Cause the art of winter isn’t seen

It is happy thought to bring
This painted memory of spring
To the winter season’s frost and rime
And the dreams of summer time.

When the frost was spectre gray
That’s the awakening eye of day
Bloom in winter is so bright
Thy should feel the beauty right

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