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Hardship of Winter Bodhisattwa Parekh The snow fell, a terrible sight. Days are shorter, with fading light. A cold wind would blow. Made all shake and slow, Dangers were embraced all day. This cold made a fellow gloom. His fingers and toes became numb. He stopped for the sun. Till winter would run, And warmth made the roses bloom. Lines: 10 It is a chain of two Limericks. |