The crunch of the frosty grass
under my feet,
The chilly air fills my nose,
My breath is a cloud
in the frozen air,
A the wind pass by, I feel life fading;
Everything holding on to life for one last time
before the icy grip comes,
Inside, embracing me in warmth;
Wrapping me away from the cold,
Warmth going through my body,
How chilly it is outside,
How warm it is inside,
The difference is found no matter what.
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Chilly
PoetryThe Christmas spirit has suddenly came to me in the beginning of March. But oh the love.
