Shivers ripple through us fade,
The breeze a freezing dire.
Resting year in winter shade,
Snow and rattles its choir.
Ever breath taking,
A tomb in the making.
White fog has breathed,
Dawn's slow promise
Of warmth is scathed.
Alas! They paralyze us,
So marauding a foe,
But there's still a flow.
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Thanks a bunch for reading this poem and i hope you liked this. I've written these only when i was inspired to and it took many months to feel it to perfection. It was a wonderful experience. Do let me know what you think about it. So please feel free to comment, and if you like, the odd votes or even the fan are welcome.
Thanks again,
Joe.
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