Winter's Night
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marius
mariusOff-grid poet & storyteller
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On a cold winter's night, sometimes, I think of those trying to survive alone on city streets.

Winter's Night

On a cold winter’s night when all stood still

All but the northern winds that rolled through the hills

The poor and the homeless huddled close to open fires

Staving off hunger, their minds and bodies growing tired

The gods of ice and wind and snow

Had come at last to claim their souls

There is no rhyme nor reason to a subzero rapture

Simply the rules of Mother Earth and her nature

For death is a fact and we may not choose when

For this cold winter’s night has written

The End

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