Blue Scarf
Winter Wind
A poem by: LASHAGORE
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With the skies still foggy,
Head through the night,
Cold to the touch,
Treacherous without light.
Blowing through my hair,
Quivering, trembling, and shook,
Flying fast, flying high,
My breath, it took.
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