Travelling across the barren land to reach,
But to no avail it is as the future of it seems rather bleak.
I for one have challenged this feat,
Tumbling down the thorny hills far too steep,
Hearts are wounded and suffers defeat
In silence and solitude that I weep.
The cold winds of uncertainty,
Oh how you torment me,
Teasing with your soft and soothing blow,
then rebuking with the harsh icy cold chills of november.
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