I can hear the roar of the wind,
like a Lion in a desert of ice
Pacing back and forth
across the plains...
I can feel the cold
all the way in my bones
freezing every inch of my body
until it hurts...
It feels like if the Lion has gotten
a hold of me, and his sharp teeth
are cutting throughout my skin
unveiling, exposing my heart
to a frozen death.
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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