Misty Cold



The wind stole the warm.
My feet was buried under the ground.
Even the earth was same cold as the wind.
No more warm embrace.

My hand was numb.
Like tree branch in the winter.
Stiff.

All the green was gone, leaving me the endless white.
I run out of breath.
To standing still in here and waiting, wasn’t easy.
Where’s the sun?
You took my sun,dear.

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