On a Crisp Cold Night
On a crisp cold night
I can feel the cold air
Upon my face
Clawing at my skin
Trying to get underneath it
I can hear it whispering
In my ear as it
Travels around me
Trying to get my attention
It soon freezes then
Drops cold sprinkles
Upon my shoulders
As it tries to get
Through to me, why?
Calling out my name
In whispers
As I Follow the sounds
I can hear the snap
Crackle and pop
As I walk on top of
Its crispiness
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