Below the Frigid Skies Pantoum


Below the frigid skies I stand
Looking into her eyes,
I breathe into my reddened hands
A timid, frosty sigh.
Looking into her eyes
The snow falls silently,
A timid, frosty sigh
She turns to look at me.
The snow falls silently
Into the foreign night,
She turns to look at me
Her hair spotted with white.
Into the foreign night
We wander like lost souls,
Her hair spotted with white
Her face an amber gold.
We wander like lost souls
Our hands clasped together as one,
Her face an amber gold
A memory as bright as the sun.
Our hands clasped together as one
Below the frigid skies I stand,
A memory as bright as the sun
I breathe into my reddened hands.

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