Rising like the mist
My fear take a place
Above that far fetched cloud
The winter balls fall
And engulfs the entire place
Breath and body
Are so cold of the winter's intentions
So cold, that every cold thing shivers in return
And I , whose fear just left
Is numb to realize
That the cold something, abandoned me
A war so cold , between my fear and self.
It's all over .
Something will stay, something will leave.
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