Snowstorm
Blow wind blow
It’s only two steps ahead
The cottage I seek
To escape this white dread
The swirling the whirling
The whiffs of sacred bear
The boundires I cross
For the life I hold dear
I can’t lift my feet
In fear of being blown
Into the distant valley
And by snow overgrown
I cannot move an inch
My body is frail and tense
I struggle with every muscle
Just to stay in sense
The snowstorm endlessly rages
Sometimes for nights and days
In the middle of this blizzard
A stubborn being stiffly sways
Sways between cottage and cliffs
Sways between life and death
Gathers all remaining power
Everything there is left
Sleeping with one eye open
Standing without rest
Could the storm please end soon?
That would be for the best.
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