Source:
Through the Window
Author:
Hannah Dawson
Title:
Raw Cold
It's really cold,
Too cold to rain.
Frost covers everything,
A thin white sheet.
Breath comes out in a cloudy fog,
While the passer-by shivers.
An icy wing whistles at the panes,
But nothing moves apart from the passer-by's umbrella.
Everything is frozen,
Stuck in one position for Eternity.
Or at least until the sun comes out!
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