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2006 Poetry The cold wind blows through the trees,
leaving the branches bare without leaves.
Snow covered ground barren and pure,
the thought of it all makes me feel so unsure.
For no one knows what lies and waits,
or what the future surely dictates.
Lost in this wilderness makes me feel so obscure,
the thought of it all makes me feel so unsure.
Doubts about life burrow deeply within,
embarrassing enough to make my mind spin.
One day I might find myself a cure,
the thought of it all makes me feel so unsure.
