Lost on a road, 

area unfamiliar 

waiting to be 

passed through. 

Warmth of Spring 

lays ahead; 

Told it’s the 

coldest Winter,

I know this

to be true. 

A glance up

and there’s East,

straight behind

I know is West. 

South to my right

and North 

is to my left. 

Here I know I am, 

and now here 

is where I rest. 

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