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Winter

Darkness, insipid and ever reaching into light.
Moral questions ever ask, light I chose or should I choose night.
A grey fog, to winters delight.
Uncertain path and uncertain time
A grey fog, to winters delight.
Out of sight of light
Darkness ever reaching
To winters delight.
 
Summer warmth forever gone
A grey fog in winter
To winter
From winter
Come darkness, encroached.
 
Summer warmth of memory
Alight
Grey fog, vanished
And winters fright
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