dim light by door before me
shivering skin feeling uneasy
gentle knock to awakened
slumbering beauty within
too tired to even get up
to greet me, at least or what
nobody's home i suppose
even ringing bells unheard
begging for warm shelter
i put my gloves; start to walk
i heard somebody talk
might be mine, i rather look
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