About the coldness at winter but meanwhile sitting at home beside the cost fireplace.
The wind howls outside my home, screaming against the frozen window.
Thick, white sheets across the town caused by snow.
Frozen particles chilling everyone below 0 degrees.
Rising slowly but ever so slow.
I’m at home, beside the cosy fireplace.
A warmth touching my skin beneath my woolly jumper.
A warmth which doesn’t end yet, lurking there around me.
Saving me from the coldness of the arctic.
I rest so peacefully while winter takes over death.
But as I lay at home, nothing is better than the warmth of life.
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