Freezing

People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.

When you fall witness to the rise of the sun,
And its warm, cheerful rays reach out to cling-
Onto the stiff limbs of thine body that sting,
From the colds freezing breathe that stops all fun.

Remain resolute in the hope you’ll live-
Through the worst winters the land has to give.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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