03 November, 2015

In Cold Mountains That Day

This silence in sounds of little madness
Outside. It's as fog covered snow flakes
Rising slowly from known integral depth
An old prophecy . Of what a winter takes
Layered, more intrigued with the warmth
I keep putting more clothes , overlapped
My body started freezing down instead
And more numb.For any sense could last
That was the twist, much scary lone walk
When I couldn't judge lights, and behold
My way for a place where people live
'I must be the sun, and stars in this cold!'
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