The stretch in front appears as dust,
a dressing of salt and sugar.
Faint, in the shadows, nude shapes sigh
the tales of a shivery spell.
Quilted songs upon silky roads,
still, it prickles your skin, the ice.
Flesh feels like a goose left behind
as numbness hugs your fingertips.
Wrapped in a layer of sequins,
the lakes toughen up to the chill.
Dreary haze fills the twilight scene
and flakes swarm the frosty air.
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Written October 15th, 2006
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This is an amazind write, i loved the ending it was very strong, and was written well.
Keep up the good work...
xoxoxo Love Hannah
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