A scribble to mimic what I feel thus far
the cold is alone; too struggle to stay warm
the vital strength to pulse further
my beating heart keeps me company
To signify strength, this murmur is faint
but to draw the line from the foreground
run rampant, simplicity is too quaint
for the lines of greatness are vitality to paint
In honor of each breath, quick and wheezy
admiring the gleam of the winter steam
relaxed, exhaled, not a dullness lay in me
but a carriage awaits beyond the frozen walls