Winter wind that whips its way
Through towering trees of truth
I sneak silently through this sleepy town
In hopes of finding my purpose
When the morning sun rises
I will disappear
Once again
Into the merciless mist of the midnight sky
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Author:
H. Lanayru (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is an old poem that I had originally uploaded to PoetFreak. Unfortunately that website is being or has been shut down.
- Category: Nature
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