The moist cover the world,
The mist of love,
It curls onto us,
The cold weather,
Is as soft as a feather,
The sweet shivers,
It gives us,
It feels as if I float,
The muscles sleep,
The body goes numb,
As the cold breaks come,
The people like me,
Curled up into balls,
Trying to feel the warmth,
Inside a thick blanket,
Sleep all day long.
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