Like a bundle of needlesIt stingsFor every dropIs draining my life awayThe strength is goneFor the snow has just taken it awayOn the whitelandsI fallIt is coldBut from thereShe appearsGiving me a lighted matchstickShe told me to hold itTo get up and follow itTo follow the glowI look aroundThe wanton snow engulfs my soulToo coldAnd I wonder if the matchstick is enoughSnow is …
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