Cold Days

Days are cover by
a heavy vortex of cold
Laden with mounds
of packed harden snow
Cold cuts through like a knife
With chilly wind whipping
through the clothing worn
That freezes the body
until one is a statute
Run, run fast to the warmth
Of a home kept heated
Before the cold creeps
Through the body

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