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A pain that slips
beneath my skin
stiffening it from within;
piercing my nose
until it cries;
pinching my ears
until they rebel, then finally secede;
squeezing my fingers
so tightly that
they refuse to obey my commands
turning my toes
into wooden blocks which
trip me up as I shuffle along.
And yet
the cold air
creates a magical cloud
each time I exhale
and tints my cheeks
a beautiful rosy red.
It lifts my spirits
with hints of
adventure
waiting for me
somewhere just ahead.
beneath my skin
stiffening it from within;
piercing my nose
until it cries;
pinching my ears
until they rebel, then finally secede;
squeezing my fingers
so tightly that
they refuse to obey my commands
turning my toes
into wooden blocks which
trip me up as I shuffle along.
And yet
the cold air
creates a magical cloud
each time I exhale
and tints my cheeks
a beautiful rosy red.
It lifts my spirits
with hints of
adventure
waiting for me
somewhere just ahead.
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Cool. I like how it describes the alternate views on cold. So true.