Every winter when the breeze is cold
I sit by the fire slowly growing old
I wait and I wait 'till I am feeling quite faint
Then with a roar I shoot out the door
Im happy 'cos it's summer again
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1 comment:
your poem makes my warrior's heart leap with joy and sink with sorrow.
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