Ash red and lifeless brown, feeble leaves fall to the ground.
Numbing chills rush down my back.
In front of me the polar smoke from my breath leads me, i cannot see the light.
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Winter Within
Ash red and lifeless brown, feeble leaves fall to the ground.
Numbing chills rush down my back.
In front of me the polar smoke from my breath leads me, i cannot see the light.
I am surrounded by boisterous creatures of the night, i do not search for help, or for warmth.
I am comforted by the unknown.
I feel welcomed in my desolation.