Out Here

It’s cold out here

Where the snow falls upon the rusted metal fence

Like frozen teardrops

That glide through the sky

 

Its lonely out here

There is not a single soul that I can sense

The temperature steadily drops

As I fade into the night



The Icognito Writer: Word Of The Day – Lonely

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