Boxed in by snow with no where to go,
happy to see the light of the night.
Snowfall stops and machinery begins to flow,
something still isn’t right about the night.
Hearts beating and glistening ice,
slippery slope of an uneven roughness.
Something uneasy about the slice,
of uncaring knowledge of toughness.
People walk way from life everyday,
some stay away forever and disappear.
Why did I have to go this a-way?
Why did I have to dissipate?
Nocturnal night on snow.
Given the light and the glow.
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