Alone I have no where to go
The sky is bleak and threatens snow
Such stark contrast to yesterday
The memories pass, quiet and slow
No friends will visit, come my way
The storm clouds gather cold and gray
I take no comfort in the chill
The warmth of Summer far away
Yet in the bleakness beauty still
When snowflakes fall upon the hills
I take no pleasure growing old
These lonely hours are hard to fill
I'll sleep beside the ember's glow
And hope the sun soon melts the snow.
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