The Icy Wind

Blasting through like daggers,

the icy wind it blows.

Coming from the north I guess,

where its going; nobody knows.

Clean and cold,

little protection from the cutting knife.

Wiping out disease, plague,

disaster and strife.

It meets out natures justice,

no discrimination at all. 

Prevalent regardless,

there is no deterrent on which to call. 

The wind

blows,

Through clothes.

face glows.

Bring the smell

of snows.

The Icy wind blows. 

 

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