Life In The Background

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The winter wind fights my coat
And I hold on tight for the battle.
My face grows numb
But I give a chapped smile
To the mark of the friendly foe.
Gold tint;
The sun starts to set in the distance.
I remember a time when cool air was so pleasant,
When the heat stayed at night,
When the moon shined so bright,
I remember a place with your scent.