Windy Days
Windy days wreath icy blast into bones;
Sun rays and fahrenheit cannot outlast.
Fingertips and toes exposed to cyclones.
Beneath my hood, cold eyes and cheeks hold fast.
Sun rays and fahrenheit cannot outlast
Jack Frost; his bitter touch entertainment.
Beneath my hood, cold eyes and cheeks hold fast.
Shivers, what’s left of Autumn derangement.
Jack Frost, his bitter touch entertainment.
Blustery shadows wound up tight, let go.
Shivers, what’s left of Autumn derangement.
Awaits a pile of leaves ready for snow.
Blustery shadows wound up tight, let go.
Fingertips and toes exposed to cyclones.
Awaits a pile of leaves ready for snow.
Windy days wreath ice blast into bones.
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