THE WINTER GLOOM

Since many of you people wanted a

poem I wrote this poem called Winter Gloom. It is inspired by a booked named The Way Past Winter.  

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In the North,
the snow falls,
the river freezes,
the mountains become still.

After four years of whinnying and moaning,

The deadly winter has become part of the lifestyle for those who live here.

They have become used to the same relentless snow fall,
howl of the wolves in the forest,
and learnt to live without the sun.

The spring which, long ago, used to spread as far as an eye can see,
is now replaced with colourless snow.

The winter gloom has settled,
and the world is lot different than what it used to be.