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Numb limbs, rosy cheek

Woolen clad beauties walking

Through the white forest

Smoke filled lungs,

Breathing fire,

Or may be ice, hard to decipher.

Days white, nights white

Whitened earth, sky white

In the city of tarred hearts

A kid’s innocent smile white.

Teeth clattering, people chattering

Woolen clad beauties walking

Strumming the white strings

Of hopeless hearts

Singing the melodies of

Enchanted wars.

O’ winter, my winter

Thou hast done the trick

You froze this dark era still

And rekindled the dying flames

Within a man’s heart.


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