Quiescent Animation
The cold wind cuts through like sharp swords
The quest for shelter reveals closed doors
When will the pain end and the world see the thaw of spring
When will the birds begin to sing
Life has come to a standstill in this tundra frozen
Leaves clinging to trees in desperation
Winds blowing mercilessly and howling with glee
Watching near corpses of animals flee
Icicles like knives looking for an opportunity to strike
To pierce hearts with their sharp spikes
Even blood doesn't flow in this sub-zero world
It just freezes in the wounds like a story untold
Summer will arrive as surely as there is day after night
But what about those who have lost the fight
What is the best that can happen after the winter does go
Maybe the blood in the wounds will begin to flow
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