Tuesday, October 25, 2011


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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