As the winter wind blows and I walk in its breath
And my fingers and toes lose the warmth of my blood
Oft I suddenly feel that the world is in line
That the things I am seeing are beauty, of form pure and true
As the winter wind blows and I walk in its breath
And my fingers and toes lose the warmth of my blood
Oft I suddenly feel that the world is in line
That the things I am seeing are beauty, of form pure and true
A Poem A Day 
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