Winter
Winter. Where all dreams are frozen and
an old friend (enemy) creeps in.
Like the sands of time, constant;
Timely with energy,
hoping to steal what
you have: joy, dread,
love or hate.
Silent
Cold.
Copyright © Le Sain | Year Posted 2024
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