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Frosted Walk

Poetry By: SophieaGreen

Silence is sometimes the key.

Submitted:Dec 14, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Night falls almost as quietly as the snow,

through the winters cold,

the still piercing eyes seem to follow me,

almost as to seem inching closer with every step i take.

This feeling is unshakable,

it's almost unsettling,

walking through the storm of ice,

I seem to slow my pace.

The night is now suffocating,

facing all before,

I feel now is the time to ravage in my,

utter unfailing,



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