The Dead Winter

Finds love,the instinct she said was a virtue

there is nothing to clamor about but cold

that the feet when pressed cold dots love

the sagacious concerns of nothingness

there is empty hallowed winter

no one waits for love to arrive

there is nothing concern standing up perchance

there is wet dance on the floor who neither shows

nor redeems the welcoming winter.There is an ion

who says iconic clans beat the earth where is

left warmth of togetherness.This is awake sense

that puts you on flight to Mars, no humbug but

the winter is not showcased like a pariah in the

summer capitals of the world.We are managing that

much of heat on climate change concerns.



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