The Mystic Winter.

Winter has been on a rise
With an eye open for revenge,
The state is unarmed
as it remains unharmed by the charge.

Wind hassling its way through
With the new found vengeance,
Biting the merry go people
as the sun goes down without any appearance.

I still prefer the cold
As we survive with the layers upon,
It’s the summer heat which makes me ponder
as it takes out the layer within to live upon.

Masks lay barren over the very soil
Which we had exiled out to exist,
True reality strikes a chord
as the misshapen events try to resist.

Summer of life is eternal
As the feelings of cold seem to disappear,
It’s the winter which makes all the lies reappear
giving a hide to the ghosts of yesteryear to disappear.

I still prefer the cold
As we survive with the layers upon,
It’s the summer heat which makes me ponder
as it even takes out the layer within to live upon.

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