April 4, 2011
Fog covering your lens
The empty gust comes
And drags you along with it
A light from high above
Softly lighting the sky
Covered by the cool clouds
Punishing those who care
And leaving those who can’t
Ice like shards of glass,
Stinging the skin that surrounds
The ones who feel it welcome it
The cold and the ice with it.

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