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silhouette of a man walking in the white falling snow,
over the mountain top where the coldest winds blow,
holding a stick and wrapped around in a thick blanket tight,
only a small gap to give him some sight,
blinking his eyes to crunch out frozen tears,
he sees ahead not far as a cabin appears,
opening the door to enter inside,
shutting it tight to not leave open wide,
a fireplace roaring with soup in the pot,
the water boiling with tea to drink a lot,
sitting in the chair putting close his feet,
smelling the soup is ready to eat,
looking at a photo on the fireplace,
for the lines of his beloved his finger runs over her face,
door slightly opens a chill runs up his spine,
a ghostly shape he sees in a straight line,
it vanishes out the door just as quick,
he opens it running out in the snow so thick,
not wearing warm clothes or shoes,
the sight of the cabin he begins to lose,
lost in the thick blizzard with no warmth to wear,
he dies to join his beloved with his spirit to join her there.