The wind whips
My tumbling hair.
The air whispers
Into my ears.
I close my eyes
To the chilling breeze.
As the untamed gale
Chants my name.
Calling me to it's arms
It whispers beautiful promises.
But the snowy voice
Is as empty as its self.
As its melody tingles my toes
I feel at peace with myself.
I lay down in the snow.
As I whisper back
To the growing blizzard
I believe its empty promises.
A gust of wind sends
White dancers across my face.
My eyes close with
The weight of the frost.
I fall into a cradle of darkness
Never to wake up again.
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