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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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