Frigid fate gone to ferocious winters;
The winter with its frosty bite,
Shivers where warmth’s might,
And failure lets loose its hungry hunters.
Aah, the ice cold reality!
So ruthless for vein’s warmth,
And the forceful fist disarmth,
Lost is manhood of its valiant beauty.
The blizzards seem so frightful,
Oh! Superficiality crumbles deadly,
The avalanche hurries madly,
To follow the failure for its handful.
Long Ago the summer passed,
And autumn too with its windfalls,
The winter but seemst too harsh,
Will spring ever blossom where death danced?
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