The winds blew strong
as we sat in the sun.
We were looking for warmth
But recieved none.
Where do we go when the sun turns us down?
We turn to each other, and I remember the sounds.
We walked hand in hand back into the house.
I was shaking of the cold as I grasped you and mouthed,
I will see you when the wind is no longer about.
And my lips they were frosen,
As your lips thawed me out.
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