A step outside into the winter wind,
reveals an unpleasant surprise,
as the chill nips at your coat.
The sun's glare halts your vision,
as the wind pulls at you,
threatening to attack.
You can bask in the winter wind,
and enjoy it's warmth of a sort,
but the question still stands.
Was the sun ever really there?
Or was it really just
the winter wind?
winter is coming
For you and the Starks and all of us. Nice prose poem. ~Lady A~
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