The cold creeps in during the night.
Day by day it takes over.
An icy fog fills the valley;
winter's fingers loom over the
residents.
The nights grow long
as summer flees in fear,
taking the green leaves with her,
and the gentle hums of the night.
And I, sitting in this cold silence,
find myself at home
wandering the empty streets,
the friends of quiet contemplation.
-Zero
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