The Cold Scourge



The Cold Scourge
It's cold here
Ice like frozen mountains
Biting at my fingers
The scourge of my brain
Bashing on my skull

White torrents of wind
Hidden beauty
A rainbow of colours
The blinding light
A sparkle beyond

Little white cobwebs
Falling on a solid lake
It's so very cold here
Nothing can survive
My tears freeze over



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