winter wind whips...
the grey scatters across the sky
like a plague spreading through the air...
moisture falls from the clouds
weightless...
resembeling ash from a raging fire...
a crips chill bites at the neck and finger tips
numbness sets in
but only takes the cold away
leaving a sting upon the skin...
the wind lashes like braided leather
whipping across exposed flesh
like razor blades it rips through the eyes
making them bleed with tears of pain and anguish...
the lips chap
split and crack
leaving painful gaps...
the wind rattles the soul
sending shivers down the spine
a chill felt to the bone...
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