Iced winds chill the atmosphere,
Causing strive, worry and morbid fear,
Cutting through to every fibre,
No choice but to become a survivor !
Plumage gone, deceased!
As icy winds strengthen like some Maddening beast,
Cutting through every fibre,
Only choice to be strong, become a survivor !
Warmer winds and sun that shines,
Will return in it's time,
Warming through to every fibre,
Proving to one and all,.... WE are survivors !
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