{"id":621,"date":"2013-03-01T15:11:43","date_gmt":"2013-03-01T15:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wsantosblog.com\/?p=621"},"modified":"2013-03-01T15:11:43","modified_gmt":"2013-03-01T15:11:43","slug":"like-winter-snow-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wilsonsantos.blog\/?p=621","title":{"rendered":"Like Winter Snow (2008)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"By Dick Mudde (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons\" href=\"http:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/wiki\/File%3ASneeuw1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"256\" alt=\"Sneeuw1\" src=\"\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/thumb\/c\/cd\/Sneeuw1.jpg\/256px-Sneeuw1.jpg\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nYour love is cold like winter snow<br \/>\nEmotions that never ripened<br \/>\nWhat\u2019s in that dark heart no one knows<br \/>\nOnly that you seem frightened<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>In aimless pride, you seem to hide<br \/>\nbehind those thick rose red lips<br \/>\nWhat\u2019s really happening inside<br \/>\nthe reasons you can\u2019t move your hips<\/p>\n<p>The lack of soul that you unfold<br \/>\nSeems hollow when I wallow<br \/>\nBut yet for you I still do hold<br \/>\nA love that I must swallow<\/p>\n<p>And now as we take separate trains<br \/>\nYour presence, ghost-like and lost<br \/>\nthe only memory that remains<br \/>\nis the shadow of your frost<br \/>\n<em><br \/>\nfor Cindy<\/em><br \/>\n\u00a9copyright 2008<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your love is cold like winter snow Emotions that never ripened What\u2019s in that dark heart no one knows Only that you seem 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