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A Winter Squall

The deep dark night fell upon me like a spell
As gentle skies turn into a frozen swell
Icy snow blinded closing in like a frozen cell.

Trees swayed against the endless black, Nowhere to turn and no way back
So I sat in the squall, consumed by this frigid attack.

Just as the flame of hope flickered in my mind, The wind lessened, and the winter moon shined I followed the light back to the path my footprints lined
Feeling a hope unable to be defined.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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