| Stinging chill of cold hard nests
the frozen hand caressed us all
the calming death of silence
pressed upon the rough jagged land
a sight for sore eyes the tack of spring chroma
The dried heavy lungs of the steel toned breath crunched burdened by piles and miles of dried chilled ice collapsing under the weight of long dragging days from pricking grey to stone black the day frosty, breath in sight long bitter brutal nights
The lack of warmth no time to play evergreens and blossoms carefully hidden away searching with a desperate gaze among the still surface for an escape trapped, dead sentenced to life below the concrete now wild whizzing wind deadly beautiful blitz snow sealed with a beautiful kiss
Listening and mourning the long love lost memories of sweet sweaty days but something’s there underneath the chill something has seized, clung to life and has survived this artic, bleak winter fright | 
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