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Cold Nights

In the glow of ghostly night snow,
And a cold that chills to the bone,
This quiet more creepy than peaceful,
Sees souls stir little if at all,
Swirling patterns of frozen breath,
The difference between life and death,
Amid an arsenal of ice knives,
There's a grave wait till dawn arrives,
Needing for warmth of another,
The comfort found from your lover,

Wishing for walls of a castle,
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness,nature
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