Cold Feet
Within winter’s silent grasp,Where quiet cloaks the land en masse,A story unfolds on white-clad ground,With cold feet, where secrets are found.Beneath the gaze of the moon so clear,Cold feet tread softly, gripped by fear,Through whispering woods, they silently roam,In search of the light of a long-lost home.The wind sings a gentle, haunting tune,As snowflakes twirl…