<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Born and Live</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people enter the world <br>to indigo skies, <br>the sun beams <br>on their blessed souls <br>season after season.<br>Never a day of <br>storms or showers form, <br>in their world <br>there are no winters.<br>Their grin comes <br>without expense, <br>their soul <br>without pause flourishes.<br>Groundhog never appears <br>to see his shadow, <br>for spring is <br>constantly assured.<br>Nothing did they do <br>to improve or disparage <br>their springtime birth.<br>Their blessed eternal Eastertide <br>is a purely bestowed.<br>Any other season <br>but the consecrated <br>spring they do not know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others enter the world <br>from inception <br>blizzards never cease<br>Hardly a day of a sunny beam<br>before began sqa ually rage spurned <br>upon their countenance.<br>One storm flows <br>in timely order <br>after the other, <br>giving them forever winter, <br>hail and snow and gales.<br>Zeus did not curse them <br>for a deed or word, <br>but in good fortune <br>they are not superb.<br>Though if to see their spirits <br>you would not presume, <br>that spring does not show its face <br>oft to the winter born.<br>They have a frosty smile still, <br>upon the winter they do not grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They beam with joy peculiarly <br>like a summer baby born, <br>as if they are unawares to them<br>warmer days are forlorn.<br>Spring never begins for winters child, <br>though you can feel they <br>have a secret of enduring.<br>Never stopping to feel the bitter bite of frost, <br>feel adrift and ever lost, <br>in their winter tide.<br>Winter birth seeking a celebration <br>day to day from in the storm, <br>they rejoice to see the beauty <br>in winter solstice birth.<br>Their peacefulness heartily <br>defies the drifts of whiteness <br>with great acts of love. <br>They rise above their glaciated valleys <br>with compassionate repasts to share.<br>Are they cursed by Narnias queen <br>to live evermore in cheerless winter? <br>She is not their ruler for they know <br>a joy where winter is never keen, <br>they live aglow in a warmth <br>to a spring born is never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am of the winterbourne, <br>living constantly from storm to storm.<br>In the quiet before each whitewashed tempest, <br>I gather to see my days gone by.<br>I see unclouded firmament, sunny skies, <br>rainbow with a promise of better days, <br>a lingering unmelted powder, <br>grayness gone adrift.<br>Constant celebration of winter solstice <br>has me thrive, <br>with the storms passing I feel alive.<br>I have felt the sunbeams brightness <br>through the wintry sky.<br>My spirit feels springs lightness <br>in my winter life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people enter the world <br>to indigo skies, <br>the sun beams <br>on their blessed souls <br>season after season.<br>Never a day of <br>storms or showers form, <br>in their world <br>there are no winters.<br>Their grin comes <br>without expense, <br>their soul <br>without pause flourishes.<br>Groundhog never appears <br>to see his shadow, <br>for spring is <br>constantly assured.<br>Nothing did they do <br>to improve or disparage <br>their springtime birth.<br>Their blessed eternal Eastertide <br>is a purely bestowed.<br>Any other season <br>but the consecrated <br>spring they do not know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others enter the world <br>from inception <br>blizzards never cease<br>Hardly a day of a sunny beam<br>before began sqa ually rage spurned <br>upon their countenance.<br>One storm flows <br>in timely order <br>after the other, <br>giving them forever winter, <br>hail and snow and gales.<br>Zeus did not curse them <br>for a deed or word, <br>but in good fortune <br>they are not superb.<br>Though if to see their spirits <br>you would not presume, <br>that spring does not show its face <br>oft to the winter born.<br>They have a frosty smile still, <br>upon the winter they do not grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They beam with joy peculiarly <br>like a summer baby born, <br>as if they are unawares to them<br>warmer days are forlorn.<br>Spring never begins for winters child, <br>though you can feel they <br>have a secret of enduring.<br>Never stopping to feel the bitter bite of frost, <br>feel adrift and ever lost, <br>in their winter tide.<br>Winter birth seeking a celebration <br>day to day from in the storm, <br>they rejoice to see the beauty <br>in winter solstice birth.<br>Their peacefulness heartily <br>defies the drifts of whiteness <br>with great acts of love. <br>They rise above their glaciated valleys <br>with compassionate repasts to share.<br>Are they cursed by Narnias queen <br>to live evermore in cheerless winter? <br>She is not their ruler for they know <br>a joy where winter is never keen, <br>they live aglow in a warmth <br>to a spring born is never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am of the winterbourne, <br>living constantly from storm to storm.<br>In the quiet before each whitewashed tempest, <br>I gather to see my days gone by.<br>I see unclouded firmament, sunny skies, <br>rainbow with a promise of better days, <br>a lingering unmelted powder, <br>grayness gone adrift.<br>Constant celebration of winter solstice <br>has me thrive, <br>with the storms passing I feel alive.<br>I have felt the sunbeams brightness <br>through the wintry sky.<br>My spirit feels springs lightness <br>in my winter life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sandra+Dodd">Sandra Dodd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583771" data-title="Winter Born and Live de Sandra Dodd" data-description="Some people enter the world to indigo skies, the sun beams on their blessed souls season after season. 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