Formless and insolid
Sharper than a steel knife
Cuts through the skin
Piercing the bone marrow
This wintry breeze
Hits you, and you freeze.
This wintry air
Numbs your fingers
Like a ghost that lingers
Pale, your skin loss its feel
This cold hurts like fire
It is the feel of winter.
*London, November 2023
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