Tattering teeth,
blistering blizzard,
rising squall,
cold and dark

The hopes questionable,
the spirits low,
ostensible outlook,
fate destined to deceive

And just when the gullible emotions
was making a rampant turmoil
in the heart and the mind
a lone deer walked on the hard snow
one step at a time

The doe eyes
alert for braising danger
the senses looking
for the last straw of grass
relentless and hope
surrounded its armor

And it moved forward
with resilience and grit
leaving me behind ashamed
but with a sense of relief

For I was much better off
thinking that when a lone helpless creature
never complained
why should I be in grief

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