NOT UNLIKE THE CRIES FOR HELP, BECKONING YOU, IT’S HARD TO IGNORE.
SUCH, A SEEMINGLY BENIGN SUBSTANCE HUGGING THE EARTH.
BEAUTIFUL, VIRGIN WHITE.
THE WINDS SEEK TO HARM YOU AS THEY MUSTER ALL THEIR MIGHT
THE TOUCH OF THEIR COLD, ROUGH, HANDS SEND CHILLS THROUGH YOU
ENDLESS ATTEMPTS TO ABDUCT YOU FINALLY TAKE THEIR TOLL
JUST AS HYPOTHERMIA SETS IN, AND YOUR BODY LEAVES ITS SOUL!
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Hi Dford, This is written well. Like part of a thrilling story, it left me wanting more. Do you write stories? If not, you should consider doing so. Excellent write!
Thank you. I do, but mostly narrative poems. I will be publishing my ebook via DKP soon
Great job. I feel a cold, snowy storm. A beautiful, yet very dangerous beast.
Indeed, I can hear the wind knocking at my door.
Me too right now. Major blizzard in my neck of the woods 🙂
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Powerful write
Thank you tony
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