Pale daylight rests on a frozen world,
Cloudy mirrors,
Frosted flowers,
Enduring snowmen I built last year.
Night settles on silent snow,
Wet paths,
Lost snowflakes,
My hands refuse to leave their warm pockets.
Flickering ghosts shower from empty buildings,
Exchanging mute words,
Lonely crowds,
I force out the ice in my lungs.
A mist that obscures everything,
White safety,
Opaque hearts,
I remain unchanging.
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