Untitled, Unfinished Poem

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“Walk along the path of changing seasons
Showers of leaves fill the air
The dark night is closing in
Cold wind blows through your hair…
Snow ices the ground with its touch
At midwinter the darkness abounds
The warm glow burns inside
Whilst the dark and ice are all around.”