the wind blows cold at my nose no more can I smell a rose the wind blows snow into my eyes no more will I gaze at blue skies The wind chills me to the bone on this night I am alone wind that once blew a warm breeze now blows cold through the barren trees this wind will blow through my heart and soul but by moring I'll be six feet below
Reason for writing:
had a friend who died of exposuer lost in the north woods
thought this may have been what he could have been thinking
just before he passed
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