January 10, 2018
By LindseyMingace BRONZE, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
LindseyMingace BRONZE, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
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Stuck in the brisk snow unable to change
Crystals fall stinging the skin
Everything looks the same and strange
Breathing in the air is thin
Powder falls to the earth soundlessly
Every movement on the white blanket shows
A pale boundless sea
We must stay hushed or they will know
Nipping winds softly hums
The sky smells raw
The longer we stay the more numb we become
Limbs whip in the wind like seesaws
Alone with all signs of life out of range
White blanket taking us in
The earth is still unable to change
Untouched with no sins

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