Frozen
The snow paints red upon my face,
As cold dances up and down my spine.
The frost slows my quickened pace,
The trees stand naked all in a line;
No stars to lead me, to show me through
This emptiness and eternal cold;
The moon has vanished, gone, not there to
Shine in its brilliant stream of gold;
My outreached hand is greeted by
Darkness, knitting ’round my fingers
It fits like a glove. I claw and try
To break through the dark, yet it lingers.
Suffocating, closing around me
Remaining still, like the naked tree.
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beautiful
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