Frozen Life

Frozen face,

Rest of me layered like an onion,

On track-tragen,

Zen composer, it gets colder,

Every day here on out,

Nights we don’t leave the house.

 

Lights tell us the season,

I can see other reasons,

Frost on tree tops bare,

Everyone is hardly prepared.

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