Northern Winter
The cold is here. The snow, wind, clouds. The Hawk has sharp talons, their icy grip goes to the bone. But I choose here, because of the stark beauty of a frozen lake, the fields of snow, the icy Dark River. Snow covered tree limbs against a clear blue sky. The long shadows cast by a southern Sun. There is more night than day but enough to have a see. but gaze with care, for the snow reflects just as brightly as if it contained the Sun's light!! Only by the grace of my old love, northern winter, am I able to look upon these things.
Look with me.
The cold is here. The snow, wind, clouds. The Hawk has sharp talons, their icy grip goes to the bone. But I choose here, because of the stark beauty of a frozen lake, the fields of snow, the icy Dark River. Snow covered tree limbs against a clear blue sky. The long shadows cast by a southern Sun. There is more night than day but enough to have a see. but gaze with care, for the snow reflects just as brightly as if it contained the Sun's light!! Only by the grace of my old love, northern winter, am I able to look upon these things.
Look with me.
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pft. luckily every guy I know is ready to kill him upon my request