White snowflakes spin around my head
And frozen winds nip at my ears
But I heard not the things they said
And snow falls on my face like tears.
A river blanketed in fluff
Disguising the cold stream below
The sun’s warm rays won’t be enough
For soon again the snow will blow.
The land before me looks the same
But not the way it did in spring
For trails that once I knew by name
Are strange to me, and my toes sting.
A passage out! A path to home!
I might escape and no more roam!
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