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Cold wind surges through my skin
Wind blows up unto my nose
Icy winds slashes through my skin
Even a thick coat it freezes, I suppose.
This winter finally came
Snow mountains are still the same
Icy trails are in flame
I believe so, none will be saved
From this winter that came.
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: THE LYRIC POET :Moments to Borrow
Poetry°°This poetries are the result where the pained heart wondered through the sight of the mind°°🖋️🌻 [sixteen] 🧡
