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A golden globe hangs in the heavens,
meshed among the clouds of grey
while sunlight's reflection, from
tall building, brightens up the early day.
A frosty, cold wind blows across
icy patches, lying in the shade,
on this crispy, clear, sunny morning,
the best day yet that God has made.

Winters coverlet falls silently to the ground
covering all unmoving objects.
Satin puffs, reflect the light from
well lit windows.
Peaceful, restful, seeing the first
snowfall.

Winter's mantle,
frozen crystal,
icy twigs,
encrusted grass.
Leaves, lying
beneath skeletal
trees, flaunting
their nakedness.
Starry diamonds
reflecting light
from a frozen pond.

Why must we choose
between two friends,
we both love and trust?

The hurt that is seen,
the pain, that is not,
is hard to understand.

Why those whose love
had been, for years,
now has turned into sand
and dried up tears.

May good health and fortune
surround you.
May you never worry
anymore.
May gloom or bad luck
never find you.
May bad tiding never come knocking
at your door.
May you live in a world
of love and giving,
and may you never wonder
why,
certain people keep on living
while others - even children have to die.
May there come a time when all others
will walk with you in peace.
May there always be a bright tomorrow
with no longing for a distant shore.
May you live with happiness forever,
and forever more.

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Must light have noise
if colors are soft and loud?
Must light be felt
when colors are cool and warm?

If you could feel colors
or hear the noise
made by rainbows
in sunny-rainy skies
or hear a sunset.

Would the dawning of morning
be even more beautiful
and darkest night,
both silent and colder?

If all our emotions
are described by a color,
what would your color be?

Soft are the shadows
under the trees,
splashed with the color
of new fallen leaves,
in Autumn.

A bird nest, perched
in the crotch of a tree,
vacant and empty
where life used to be,
in Summer.

Frosts hoary coat, covers
plants and the ground
with snow, against windows
makes nary a sound,
in Winter.

Soon, the cold bleakness
of Winter, will pass
as color and growth
return to the grass,
in Spring.

Tossing hair from out your eyes
with a shaking of your head.
Stretching arms towards the sun,
embracing the warmth of wind
while sighing, harmoniously,
with the brush of branches
against the sky.