Cold air bites my skin as the frost creeps along the ground
The trees have died not an inch of green along the road
Reminding me once again death has come
The cold a constent reminder of what is to come
What no mortal can escape or prolong
It is on the wind and all around
Minds needlessly wonder when and where,
but no one can predict who next will be cold.
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The Feelings Inside
PoetryA collection of poetry about different emotions and situations that a person may encounter in their own life.
