Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
09.11.2025
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The Whisper of the Groundhog
Beneath the earth, he sleeps so deep,
While snowflakes fall and cold winds weep.
Then February calls his name,
And out he peeks — the world the same.
A shadow cast — the frost will stay,
No shadow — spring is on her way.
We wait in hope, with hearts so bright,
For warmer days and softer light.
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