An arduous task it was; Surviving the harsh winter night. Seeking refuge, In an abandoned, crumbling house The poor man desperately craved For some warmth as a shroud. Lying on bare cold floor, devoid of warmth, He cried aloud, Cursed the winds That found the gaps And speared his torso. Tormented by hunger and cold, In a state of exhaustion, He fell into a state of unconsciousness And dreamt; Of fragrant, brightly hued flowers. He dreamt of spring; Warm, balmy, cheerful, Making a comeback.
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