The wind did blow around my soul
it parted life and breath to be
its coldness somewhat eatin out
its bitter biting deep and proud

still I walked into the breath of mothers life
a fog of death or maybe life
it crawl around and tried to tickle but I was ready

I RAN ...

I ran so fast ...I couldn breath
the fog ...the cold was chasing back
I turned and twisted but fight it did
So close so far ...yet breath give in !!


I crashed the door and stepped inside
my home ..its smell so sweet...so light
kettle on and tea to brew
i beat the cold and fog that blew
Until the next time for which I knew
the fog and cold would come to stew