25 September 2012
The surface of my skin is frosty, And my hands are clamped, The clouds of sleet are so feisty, While my hair is getting damped,
The ice is seeping through my shirt, The black clouds are now bitter, I can't make a dent in the dirt, The ground is frozen by winter,
My pink flesh is very raw, Now that the air is so sharp, My whole body is too sore, From roaming into the dark.
Winter • Opuss № I