Cold Winter Eve
J
James McLain
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There are none more than some think.
Than bitter winds and dying leaves;
Two can see what cold winds bring.
And knowing ought from nothingness.
The sound the wind makes I now fear.
Off frozen rivers, streams and hills;
Snowing more where nothing grows.
These woods are empty, dead and deep.
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