Through my window appears,Clearly, the lofty mountain.
It kindled intense feelings and fears
In my heart akin to that of a swain.
The wind bring to my ear
A freezing scream, certainly, of a montane
With barely enough clothes to wear.
Abruptly, I abhor snow, wind and rain.
January 4th, 2012
Taliouine
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