A Cold Place

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Field of ice lies in sharp bitter darkness

as your last gleans of warmth flow away with the brisk wind

a frozen expanse in all directions,

Trees devoid of life, vibrant greens torn away by frost and biter-sharp gusts

Others huddle next to you,

Yet their breath does not thaw your icy spirit,

Nor melt your brittle frozen fingertips.

This is a cold, brutal place.

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