Silent form
In the bleakness of a frozen morn
With steady step and steadfast gaze,
Into the snowy wastelands he goes his ways.
The world around him is a sea of white,
A desolate canvas, empty and bright
But in his heart, he bears a flame
That kindles hope, despite the cold and pain.
For he is on a quest, a journey grand,
To find what lies beyond the frozen land
And though the winds may howl and the snow may swirl,
His spirit stays unshaken, his purpose clear as a pearl.
So let him go, with our thoughts and prayers,
Into the vast unknown, without any fears
For wherever his path may take him, we know
That he will find what he seeks, and the world will glow.
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