This Winter
There is beauty in the iceUnique patterns and formIt is easy to forgetThat it started with a storm
To watch is just a pastime
To play is life or death When everything still mattersIt hurts to catch your breath
It is easy to get lost
In search for truth misplayedReflections in a mirrorThat’s twisted up and frayed
The hours in the day are short
The fear is sinking deepBitter chills cascading downAnd frozen tears we weep
As the ice shatters in pieces
We are broken insideSpring seems so far away nowBut h...
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