Cold December

cold December nothing more than white blankets of snow and feathery light flakes that cover the window and freeze.

Ice a still version of water how thin it is when you want to walk over it and the crisp feel of the wind at my face

Smell of freshness and cold make my hair stand up my back and spine shrivel up

alone and cold I have nothing but my faith, hoping things will lighten up but in the end Im just testing my fate

 

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