The cold wind, it cuts through the air
Like a knife, its bite, I don't wanna dare.
The chill, it seeps through my bones,
But looking at the lake, my heart, it is in a glow,
For the beauty, it soothes the pain,
And in sight, the wonder of its domain.
I appreciate, the view, I watch with care,
And as I stare, I'm lost in its wonder so rare.

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