Not quite a final draft: suggestions please? - streaming teem
Graves, allows taking into account the proposals.
No actor or Scottish football fans alike.
This is a sonnet, btw.
Lake in Winter
The lake in winter, ice creaks and squeaks crazy;
The numbness is adherence to the strike in all directions:
The occurrence of iron, called the silence of solid ice,
Everywhere along the nerves, with the terrible stress.
A thin voice spirits complained Distances
As the cry of the heron in water;
A ghost memory of the time the summer rains,
This is unfortunate echo of the summer.
Why not here? My hands are cold sore
My mind is lost, and in the depths of winter caught:
This expectation is worried because my ideas are old
And everyone is locked in a frozen sleep.
If yourNo warm current, the release of ice cream?
Is there any hope for peace with fresh spring?
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