- eppie7788Lv 71 decade agoFavorite Answer
Poem of Winter:
This is a snowing Winter.
Everything is in white colour.
My heart my soul all are so pure.
It is freezing cold while I do not quiver.
You are so tender. I lean upon your shoulder.
No bitter nor no need to suffer. Life is full of wonder.
Love you forever. Winter to Summer. Till the sun burns over.
2007-09-16 22:01:34 補充：
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- DLv 71 decade ago
The Winter Wind
Sir Walter Scott
Heap on more wood!
The wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.