Winter Wind


A step outside into the winter wind,

reveals an unpleasant surprise,

as the chill nips at your coat.


The sun's glare halts your vision,

as the wind pulls at you,

threatening to attack.


You can bask in the winter wind,

and enjoy it's warmth of a sort,

but the question still stands.


Was the sun ever really there?

Or was it really just

the winter wind?






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a poem I thought up earlier. Winter is coming!

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winter is coming





For you and the Starks and all of us. Nice prose poem. ~Lady A~








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So has our new Poet

So has our new Poet FangThePoet. Welcome aboard Smile