A Silent Shiver
The crisp air blows throughout my little town...
The crisp air blows throughout my little town,
the one that I call home.
It sends a shiver through my body
and permeates the layers of warmth
that attempt to shield the winter chill.
I can feel the crisp air on my frostbitten face
as I journey down the barren road,
not a sound to be heard but the stirring of the white, crystal snow
and the wind howling through my ears.
The town as desolate as the trees that surround me,
frozen, dying, no colors to be seen upon their outstretched limbs.
The world is silent, dead, depressed
but I find beauty in this time that they call winter.
The gray sky above filled with thick clouds
as dense as the snow that covers the ground,
only a hint of light to be seen.
The crisp air blows, sending a shiver throughout my body.
But I continue on.
Down the barren road.
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