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The Winter Breeze

As the winter breeze scrapes across my face
i shiver, though i do not slow from my pace

For i walk in a bitter storm that holds no favor
It will vie for my destruction until i am no more

Wind claws on my flesh, like lashes against my skin
Ripping across my neck, my back, and down a shin

Icy rain falls like sand, in an unyielding pelt
Striking my skin so hard, that i begin to welt

Hail is ample and hard; yet its contact is random
Even with infrequent pounding, it does take its sum

i press on; i am provided with life, and undeniable purpose
My mission, must meet its triumph, i must finish this course

So, i shiver, and do not slow from my pace
As the winter breeze scrapes across my face


al brown