Winter Ravages

Sometimes what we feel
Drifts just outside
Any words we would use
For description

And the sadness
Piles up in tufts
Shivering in the cold

And gray death



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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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