The sky,
Opened grey and white,
Hid the distance
As the snow took flight.
The mountains,
Standing great and tall,
Were helpless
As the snow would still fall.
A cabin,
Laying lonely and warm,
Sat in wait
To outlast the storm.
A road,
Curving through the wood,
Was empty,
As there in the snow I stood.
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