Frozen
A cold breathe leaves my mouth frozen solid
I can feel it as laminated mid grey silver fog
So cold that my lips shutters like a brown ground squirrel running
Blinded, I can't see Blizzard storms
Frozen leaves on trees none moving
Timber of trees few fallen leaves
I call out to the branches
They reach out to me
Snow falls falling down on my head
My blue lips yellowed faced my statue is that I'm cold...
Frozen
11/29/17
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