My breath clouds my vision and so does the snow
I sit down and watch the icy blanket of white grow
And I hum with the wind as the air nips at my nose
As it somehow gets colder and my hands are almost froze
A firmilar feeling that no one else will know
This is the place that will forever feel like home
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My Heart And Soul For You
PoetryThese are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021