Cold Winters Day

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On a cold winters day,

The sun shines bright,

But the warmth seems to be in delay,

Causing no delight,

How dare you you shine upon my face,

Without leaving a single trace,

Of warmth on my bare skin,

My bones of ice are numb from the suns rays,

So I guess I did not win,

The game of a deceiving winters day.

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