Guys I need a poem about winter, or snow.
2 answers:
1: The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
2: How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
Answer:
the snow, as white as a sheep's fleece,
the snow, it melts my sorrows away,
and from pain I am released
but yet from my trail I will not fray
Explanation:
idk hope it's good
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