Touched, by the velvet hands of despair,
Winter came, shrouding his heart and blocking his air.
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Danse Macabre
PoetryCollection of poem that delves with life and death. Questions of it, and people that are haunted by them. - Image cover by Natalia Drepina
Winter
Touched, by the velvet hands of despair,
Winter came, shrouding his heart and blocking his air.
