Cold

Flowing from the winter moon
As the snow falls sweetly
I rest outside
A harsh wind resides there
Rustling the few icy leaves
They hang in balance
Daintily holding on
As the chill spreads
Its icy fingers crisscrossing
Tearing through its veins
Shattering its life
Pieces fall
Into a whole new place
In time
In space
In infinity

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