Whether it's unstable

I feel the winter come

where the temperature was once intense

It made one see shadows

and sweat sympathy with kindness

 

The air now filled with frost,

I can’t breathe in the freeze

The temperature decreasing,

as if ghosts were spending their night around me

 

It keeps circling and there is no turning,

frost keeps forming.

I tremble with all of the speak

Is there no heat

in learning that something isn’t concrete?

Author's Note

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