As winter breathes its frosty breath, And blankets earth in purest white, Each crystal shines, a dance with death, Yet holds within, the spark of light. In every chill, a warmth remains, For life renews despite the pains.
- John Maynard Keynes
As winter breathes its frosty breath, And blankets earth in purest white, Each crystal shines, a dance with death, Yet holds within, the spark of light. In every chill, a warmth remains, For life renews despite the pains.