Hitting the stone

in the extreme bore

the child was sitting outside a home

wishing for a warm home

in the cold wintry night

he has a foggy sight

no one was pitying on his plight

And then the snow fall begin

trapping him in a reign

and then he closed his eyes for a sleep

and he slept for  ever

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