The White Blanket


A blanket as soft as wool covers the ground white like paper
The wind cries.
The fire in the fireplace wailes.
Watching snowflakes fly across the sky like superman.
This white blanket us not wool nor is it sewn it is simply millions of white-like crystals.
This blanket-like fire it burns your skin not with heat nor with fire.
Simply with the cold, it’s burning like fire.
Making you red, leaving frostbitten skin.
Do you dare to come again?

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