Q u i d a m

Busting snow

The snowflakes are reversing as cold sheet,

I want to lace my fingers, to the crossfire

A burning sensation to ignite my veins,

Forth & back, the gusty bluffs are lowered

How amazing the bricking falls!

Teeth chattering, mouth shivering —

Tiny balls of flicker; made a wide ground,

Within a frosting emerge— it's a bleak,

How would it float?

A little hardboard between me & cold,

Arms are wide spread, feel the air

I'm free, spurting through the ice.

Maybe once for a while; I am running

The frostings of trembling, can't stop me

Through the parallel, it's the same

Just put one after one, feet to feet

Gliding across the fiercely freezer.

Woah! It's like a free bird, gliding in the white.

Soon— the croaking wind started to whisper,

The gentle hands of snow felt like fire,

The gushing sound aren't enchanting,

My little freedom, slowly sinking in the depth

The whipping trees are blinking rapidly,

Groaning like an old man, in a rocking chair.

One hand in the side, my balance is out offside

Collision with a hard force, misty fogs starts to gather

My vision is blurring now, stimulating my little words

It's burning my whole body,

I don't want to feel anything—

Yet I am feeling everything. 

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