A Cold-Hearted Death


The snow falls on the warm ground,
stealing warmth with its chill.
An old man falls in the snow,
his body cold as ice.
The snow is blind to whom it kills,
it does not pardon young or the old.
The snow is sharp,
its frozen crystals stabbing.
The snow is merciless,
with all its casualties.

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