Ice Cold

Winter shrouds the warmth of life,
Death resumes with grasp of strife.
In barren cold where frost remain,
Where life then fades to fewer lane.
So rest and stay for golden light,
Silence to hear and none despite.
As the world then sleep, in quiet alone,
For frozen melts as daylight shown.


Art: Ice Cold by Jameszapata

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