Howling wind and a dark night,

Faltering footsteps heading right,

Slow and cold the feeling seeps,

Lonely and naive my soul weeps.



Beaming with a wide smile,

Seeming mine for a mile,

Spreading his arms wide,

My friend hugs me aside.



Thick and strong it once flowed,

Weak looks my head now bowed,

Bitter and sweet it smells ripe,

Sliced through with a swipe.
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