Winter snow comes and goes
I stand in the middle in the cold
Letting the snow land on my cloak
Down it falls from the sky
Each flake landing on the earth
Running sounds I can hear...
Nearer and nearer it comes through the snow
Each footstep thuds
Silver pelts blurring past
Sometimes I wish I was one of them
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