This story comes from a long time ago, where a cabin was bristled with snow.
In the raging weather of the winters blow.
This night was as horrid as could get,
when the blizzard was freezing and wet.
The shallow of this noiseless house,
made the storm whistle and shout.
Time was ticking, as the wind was screeching.
In this winter night.
As long as you were asleep,
no noise would be heard from two feet
In the gale of this winter night.
©nahkwus
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