This is basically a poetry log. 'Nuff said.

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Snow glitters on the pine

As I stare at this world of mine

Dare I leave my safe, warm home

And face the blizzard, all alone

Left to wander, left to roam

I run off into the night

And wait in silence for morning light

The sun rises, the sky is blue

The night grows old; the day is new