Frozen
Tread carefully, the mind is dead
You don’t want to feel the fall!
The foot feels the foot,
When it feels the ground
The frozen embedded recall.
Breathing, steaming in the air
Stopping consider the path!
A thousand stones shatter,
When one hits the mark
It’s the lonesome aftermath.
Flesh upon flesh, the souls within
Outside time is passing away!
Inside water splashes,
The swimmers begin
And new living follows decay.
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