Aye, The howling wind
Blowing snow though the air
The cold flakes of ice
Hitting my cheek
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And when the snow cracks beneath me,
And my foot is stuck
The daggers of ice
Pricking my leg.
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Aye, the howling wind
Blowing snow through the air
Whipping through the trees
Across the hill
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And in the distance
I see the light of a fire
But the flames dance far way
And to reach them is dangerous
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Aye, the howling wind
Blowing snow through the air
Blasting through the woods
Howling through my ears.
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I can see something there
Perhaps it is an illusion
Born of swirling snow
And the light of the rising sun
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Stardust
PoetryWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
