Cabins in the Snow

Reminiscing about Childhood and Friendship.

Lights glimmering on the window.
A dark sky is our canvas.
Outside, the wind is howling.
But inside, we are free at last.
Cabins in the snow.
No desire to go.
We’re warm, we’re dry,
Outside we’ll die.
No thanks, I’ll just stay
right now.
It’s the time of year,
but we’ll have no fear,
we’re just cabins
im the snow.
Our friendship is why
our memories won’t die.
Cabins in the snow.

#poetry

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