Dead Of Winter
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Juan Olivarez
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A rose lost it's petals,
They fell to the ground.
Like tears from a face,
Without a sound.
A tree lost it's leaves,
To the bitter wind.
Yet nobody griefs,
As dead they descend.
Bare branches gaze skyward,
Pleading their cause.
Waiting for spring,
To recoup their loss.
11/26/10 Alton Texas
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