Cold Winds

Mon, 04/28/2014 - 18:56 -- AlexB

Cold winds of winter

Blow on my face

And through those hardships I saunter

Leaving not a trace

Was I going to my end?

Or was I going to my life?

Maybe death I should befriend

To end such a strife

Or I should keep moving on

From the world withdrawn

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