Silver wind

The winter has
Never been
This harsh
In a long time.
You step out
In awe by
The whiteness
That surrounds you.
You’re walking
On white carpet
Purity at its finest.

The silver wind
Strikes you
Leaving you stiff.
You’ve somehow
Become a partial statue

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