The cold nips at your knees
Like a dog herding you, away
From the destination you want
and making you want
The destination the dog wants ( like sheep to the slaughter)
Humans to winters run
Fingers blue, Lungs ensue
As breathing stops to smile with pleasure
As oxygen freezes right in front of your teeth
With the sun still shinning, Never feeling its brilliance
Wanting warmth, Pinning
We all want blankets and blankets out of winters run
When will winters run be done?
And we can feel the brilliance of the sun
And lose the dog from our knees
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