Winter Chill

The mist that forms from the breath in my lungs,

The sting of the cold as it rests on my tongue.

No respite from the harsh ruthless wind,

Like the memories of a long-lost friend.

The sun it appears from behind gray clouds.

Its rays pushing away the shadows of doubt,

But it offers false hope as the sky turns pale blue,

Because it is still cold outside and I am apart from you.

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