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Melancholia makes me grey
The trees naked as the
Absent songbirds
My light never shines
And I grow as pale
As a corpse
But there are days when
Joy covers me like a blanket
Made of diamonds
And a doe and her baby
Stand out like a
Masterpiece
And when my light sets
There is
Black velvet and starlight
Above me
And glittered alabaster below me
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| Writing Prompt |
Using any form of poetry, with or without rhyming, write about Winter using the technique of personification (as if this season were a person). |
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