It’s winter
And I’m addicted
To the Sun,
And the infinitive eternal
Blue canvas
With white spots.
Even the gentle breeze
Feels like hailstorm
It makes me shiver
I embrace myself
With my arms.
Dusty road
That I walk along
Withers my lips
And blurs my eyes.
The morning fog
Plays trick on me
I hear people
At a distance
But I can’t see them.
Winter is solitary
But never lonely.
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