<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=579762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Through Falling, Falling Snow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As from my frozen window pane<br>I looked upon that winter's day, <br>The snow was drifting deep and crisp<br>And skies were darkest grey, <br>I did not wish to leave the warmth<br>Of home but knew I had to go, <br>And walk towards those factory gates<br>Through falling, falling snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I headed down those empty streets<br>Within the early morning light, <br>So hard each step I had to take<br>Through all life's bitter spite, <br>I longed to be back home again<br>As freezing winds did cruelly blow, <br>But headed to those factory gates<br>Through falling, falling snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wondered where it all went wrong<br>Those thoughts remained within my mind, <br>As I did languish in the drifts<br>My eyes were almost blind, <br>I could not see the way before<br>And yet the way I seemed to know, <br>That led unto those factory gates<br>Through falling, falling snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so towards that bleak estate<br>Past houses that I knew so well, <br>I thought that I would rather starve<br>Than face that day of hell, <br>I fought against my apathy<br>But soon my tears began to flow, <br>As then I saw those factory gates<br>Through falling, falling snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Blakemore">Andrew Blakemore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=579762" data-title="Through Falling, Falling Snow de Andrew Blakemore" data-description="As from my frozen window pane I looked upon that winter's day, The snow was drifting deep and crisp And skies were darkest grey, I did not wish to leave the warmth Of home but knew I had to go, And walk towards those factory gates Through falli..."></div> </div> </div>

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