
The white veil
obscures things.
When the flurry
becomes a blizzard
it’s not hard
to wander off path
to get lost in the cold
or to seek shelter
in a stranger's arms.
![]() The white veil obscures things. When the flurry becomes a blizzard it’s not hard to wander off path to get lost in the cold or to seek shelter in a stranger's arms. Author notes
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