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Ice Age

A white frosty morning
With a highly humid atmosphere
Fresh and clean breeze
Cascades down the mountain

Dews relax on surfaces
Fog arrests the beauty 
Of the high and low lands
Furs bow in uniqueness

Stuffed cloak re-assigned
My days are now short 
And temperature very low.
I am losing myself 

When do I get to feel warmth ?
Do daytime always come with heat ?
I waited in anticipation
With high stake expectations

For my wish to come to pass
And then the silent cold environment 
Whispered to me
"Chill out, it's winter"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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