Winter Scene
A thousand snowflakes hit the ground at once
Each more impure than the next
There was a shadow of something bleak
Emptiness like a living thing filled the street
Someone was dancing in the distance
But the dance was obscene
The wind picked up
Not a howl but a roar, coming closer
It promised pain
You can fight it in vain
But it's there all the same
Make the fires burn deep
Before you turn to sleep
poem by Adam Stevens
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