WHITE DEATH

And you wake up with eyes staring at northern lights,
cold hands shivering, feet so numb, it’s not your starry night,
close your lips, shut them tight,
hold your breath, stay low, hide your fright.
It’s your final day, lay in the snow,
it’s your final sight,
open your eyes, look down slow,
your life a series of high and low,
now it doesn’t matter,
for your final goodbye is too close, too bright.
How hard it is to go back in memories flow,
too hard to breath,
for the heart beats so heavy tonight,
white and pale as white as snow,
you have been found, finally,
but your last breath was kissed by the night.

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