In winter's chill, a hat takes flight,
A shield against the biting night.
Knit with care, its threads embrace,
Warmth and comfort in its grace.
Adorned with pompoms, snug and tight,
A beacon in the snowy white.
With each snowflake, a story told,
Of fireside tales and hearts grown bold.
Through frosty fields and icy air,
It braves the cold with tender care.
A crown of winter's gentle art,
A symbol of warmth in every part.
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Random Poetry
PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
