Poem: A Winter’s Tale.
A winter’s tale.
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The light was beautiful
as we climbed the Tor.
Everything seemed lemon tinted.
The sky so low you could touch it.
Our lips were too chilled to kiss
so we held hands and smiled.
When we got to the top
the view spread out before us
and we suddenly saw the snow
begin to fall all over the world.
Although we were freezing
we stayed there watching,
and it was magical.
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