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Ghosts of the cold

Reflection staring

Ghosts of the cold

stealing breath

The sun is leaving

The sun is growing weak

The nights are no longer warm

Days, they are far shorter

Fear leave me to shake

to shake more.

So many gone

drawn to the woods

alone in the cold

cold woods

Go forth

to shake

Go forth

shake once

more

Even one’s

closest

Even they

show no concern

Beyond this

I know nothing

Nothing