From the icy waters the snow is born and rises over
the city,
Settling like the wilting pine needles on the trees,
Chopped and decorated in a glitzy promenade and torn from their
roots.

Winter
is lonely in
Its grief.

The chill of the frozenborn blanket that covers
the city
sneaks in like a thiefinthenight
And the blood retreats to the heart to keep it warm
All by itself.

We all retreat
when faced with
the cold

Coldshoulders and cold Hearts.

who are you?