The chilled air
Unrols a milky shroud
Embracing all around
Big and small
Consumed together
Not even light escapes
The power of a thousand candles
Is swallowed whole
Like the supper
Of a hungry child
I walk forward
It offers no resistance
Yet to sight
Unyielding
As the strongest wall
So the path before me
Is my only guide
As step by step
I am welcomed
Into the wintry haze
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