Harsh, cold wind, you bring forth feelings that are indescribable.

The clouds wrap their arms around the sun, creating a sad, grey, placid and lifeless atmosphere. Harsh, cold stare, you rest calmly in the back of my broken mind. The tears fall almost as fiercely as the rain, staining my belittled, numb, painless and cursed heart. Harsh, cold song, you hide your meaning behind your hopeless words. The notes dissipate in to the intoxicating air, turning to pathetic, forgotten, childish and misunderstood whimpers. Harsh, cold day, you fill me with little enchantment or wonder. The earth’s spirit is comatose, as is mine, hurting my breathless, broken, emotive and crying soul.

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