The mirrors haul me into the snow. Soft and silky like transparent slushies. The flakes of ice dance around my head and land on my brunette hair. I love the winter. I don't care how much it hurts. The gust slams my pores like icy needles intending to torture me.
No matter how many times I see it and feel it the lights won't stop me from loving it. The organized mess of cold unifies everything with a blanket that freezes life. It's a merciless and relentless power that shows us how to become one. I still don't care how much it hurts, because its the one thing that makes me stronger.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
