Winter

He has come with his hues of blue,
His gray suit with hints of pink,
He is bare,like the trees who's leaves he's taken,
Nothing is hidden, nothing is concealed,
Strip, strip the layers,
Strip, strip the facade,
He is cool and still,
A sleepy lullaby
His sings to you when you are outside,

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