Cold

A shiver down your spine


I look into the distance while a breeze hits my coat
The freezing wind blows the sun away

I see all the reflections in my eyes
The disappear sun hitting the ice

Why must it be, why is it gone?
All the green that was once here

It is getting colder and it snows
The wind picks up and her hair flows

Don't stay in that cold and freezing night
The dark will take over your sight
And the cold, as sharp as a knife
Will slowly end your life

©SEHO


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