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Feb 2021
With a single step out the door,
The frozen air rushes to my lungs,
Bringing upon an ache one couldn’t imagine.


The world is cold and brittle,
And showed no mercy to the growing plants
That now lack the nutrition they need.


The wind blows tirelessly,
Taking the birds and the bees with it
Will we see them again?


The grass is no longer green,
And the trees crack with every blow.
Will they stand?


The deer have ran,
And the mice too.
Will they intrude into my home?
Do I want them to?


I am left alone awaiting the snow,
Will it join me or leave me feeling blue?


As the warmth leaves my body,
Broken and cold,
I will return to the earth,
But is it still my home?
Written by
Lemon  16/F/The Void
(16/F/The Void)   
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