Out into the bitter winter white
I trudge to keep me warm.
layered up against the cold
I try to beat the winter storm.
North wind whips, uncontrolled
As I flounder forward in the snow.
I've lost my way in the fading light, 
I cannot see which way to go.
The storm hits with a banshee wail
Of sleet and ice that blinds me
I must find shelter, I cannot fail.
Or die before  someone finds me


The End

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