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Dec 2014
Shivering in the cold air
She witnessed her own breath
Torn clothes, feet bare
Oh how she wished for just a tiny flare

The bleak winds swept so unkind
White clouds hid the sun behind
The snow was cold –her skin it pierced
Nature itself seemed to have her cursed

Her stomach churned
For food it yearned
Throat burnt with thirst
Life was at worst

A sign for life she wanted to see
A human soul to hear her plea
But all she had gotten
Was winter chill and being forgotten

And now the storm is too strong to face
So she falls gladly into Winter's embrace
Winter is not just Christmas,
it's also cold
and so is life.
Erica
Written by
Erica  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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