Cold lace
melts upon my cheek.
The frigid air creates frost
with each breath.
Smoke billowing beyond oblivion...
Frozen rivers, cracked.
Dare to test the waters?
If I fell through
would you be there
to pull me out?
Denial chills
even the warmest intentions.
Goose bumps raise,
winter's path has been laid.
Author notes
Janetheplain
I have 52 words, is that okay?
I'm sorry I really tried!
A contest entry
- 50 words: Winter by whiterabbit..
500 points, ended November 27, 2008, 28 entries
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52 words is fine doll. I'm not that picky I love the imagery here. I also love the wording and the descriptions. Wonderful write.
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COLD winter days ahead. Great write.
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Well this was a brilliant 'try' that I loved reading-
Hilly xxx
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