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I seek a quiet companion, one of a disparate creation conveying a warmhearted attraction.
Aloof garden that is I happen to discover the location of.
Flowerless in wintertide, scentless, colorless. I regard with warm fondness.
White void of driven snow had often frozen the motion, soon to freeze the tears of my eyen.
From streamy to rimy crystals against my cheeks, all is dreamy.
Vivid no more, amid a frigid sensation for a momentary duration, there I wander avid for consolation.
Sudden snowflakes hurry to meet me telling me poems of unwritten woe.
Inquisitively an owl contemplating into my soul. For the owl I open my soul.
White veiled trees and snowy breeze, tis a temporary freeze.
There stands a mansion in the horizon. Tis consideration for those who visit the garden.
Dear garden, they cast you forsaken, here I upheave your burden, your bedridden soul, frankly spoken.
