Gales bring iciness and cold.
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Winter storm boasts a strong hold.
Streetlamps glowing, shining forth.
Downy flakes swirling down to earth.
Diamonds lie glistening here and there.
Lonely moan of wind is all one hears.
Sitting and gazing I see from my window.
The roads overflowing with virgin snow.
Whispers of life is a painterís canvas.
Are we not all here to serve some purpose?
Even with blizzard all is still serene.
The view so surreal and stunning.
As I sit here warm in my home.
I feel compelled to walk those roads.
Eager to break ties that leave me bound.
Outdoors is buried under a frosty mantle.
And indoors I wish to break my shackles.
Start fresh on this clean canvas before me.
Using my brush declare my individuality.