The snow descends slowly from the sky,
Reminding me of the cold whites of your eyes.
Incessant, insidious.
The silence creeps inertly through the trees,
Making its home ringing in my ears.
A cold chill spreads from my toes up my spine,
And I tighten my jacket around forlorn shoulders.
Fallacious, inevitable.
One numb foot steps in front of the other,
The ground crunches beneath me like linen sheets.
But as I look up towards the sky,
I feel each cold snowflake land gently on my face.
The sharp cold is not disturbing, but comforting,
I am alive.
And I continue my journey though the colorless wonderland.
Hopeful, serene.
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Submission Name: winter
