I am the brisk breeze that chills you to the bone and warms your soul
I am threat of the ever looming winter
I am the farewell to the never ending summer
I am the warmth that consumes you in a spiced house
I am the crackle of dancing flames and whistle of embers in the fire place
I am the ghost that escapes your lungs each morning
I am the ice that creeps up your windows that snake a strange design
I am the snow that gathers, daring anyone to disturb the placidity of its perfect cover
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
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