After the roar of the party
I step out into the cold silence
breathe white steam before me
a bull out of the barn
Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes
the crisp leaves breaking
as each leg swings and sinks deep
I survey my land and smile
Something refreshing about being buried
in snow
I step out into the cold silence
breathe white steam before me
a bull out of the barn
Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes
the crisp leaves breaking
as each leg swings and sinks deep
I survey my land and smile
Something refreshing about being buried
in snow
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