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Winter's Poem
2016 - 2017
Etchings
Created in Leeds Arts University
The horse I ride
is worn and tired
And treads slowly a path undesired
On a frozen lake of hope and despair
Which runs the line
of true and fair
The thoughts of time once passed are lost
Beyond the depths
of winters frost
For the snowy trails I’ve walked are covered
With the promise of new paths to be discovered
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