When the Blizzard Calls

I like when winter calls my name, When the snowstorm whispers to my face. I like the sorrow, like a shadowed flame, But I keep walking, I know I won’t lose my place. April — not warm, but there's a light inside, It pulls me close, like a soft, gentle guide. I like when the blizzard calls me near, And the night wraps me in its cold embrace. I like when silence is all I hear, And the world stands still in its place. I like when wine warms my soul, I look through the window, it’s dark outside. When all my thoughts vanish, I don’t need control, I walk on, no light from others to guide. I like this darkness, it’s deep in my chest, It’s taught me to be strong, and put me to the test. The snowstorm calls, a whisper in the air, As the darkness wraps its arms around. In the quiet, I find solace there, Where the world’s rhythm is nowhere to be found. I like the autumn leaves as they fall, They’re like music — sadness and light. And the thunder in May, it’s my call, In it, I find my new path to the night. The sunset’s crimson, like a first gaze, I breathe in the light, it fills me with praise. Blizzard’s voice, like a distant cry, I’m drawn to the stillness of the night. When all is calm beneath the sky, I find peace in the fading light. I like when there’s no pain in me, When I was loved, and still remain alive. I like walking down my own road, you see, Even when walls rise, I survive. Life is not in vain, that’s my reply, I walk on, and the light’s shining high. The storm calls softly through the breeze, I welcome the silence, the world’s retreat. In the cold, I find moments to seize, As the night and I quietly meet. I like when I hear the silence true, When the world is mine, and I’m a part. I like when I help someone, through and through, When the spark in me lights up my heart. I walk on, each step a revelation, Each day a verse, a living inspiration. I like to live, with no walls in my way, I’ll find my path, the light will guide my way. My soul, like music, will never stop its song, Each moment shines, like a bright epilogue. [End[

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