The wind gust with freezing breeze, while winter's chill rose up my spine. Walking alone in the streets with dimmed lights, solitaire on a christmas night with the moon barely lighthen. The din of conversations spread from houses, cotages and even shacks, through atmosphere as they vibrate among particles within space to reach my ear.
"look at them... Look at yourself..." i soliloquized.
a lonesome ranger strolling around on a winter night, with no one to love, no one to share joy, and barely alive inside.
The heart is too frozen to warm others', the joy too rotten to give and the love... too little to spare.
A mansion filled with gold, yet the poorest guy with no one to hold.
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