The cold lonely man Winter
freezes the water that lay in the river.
He fills the breeze with injure,
making the trees lose passion as they start to wither
Clouds cast a shadow upon his rage,
Trying to calm the man in rampage.
A shock to all it seems,
But something happens suddenly
Chained and locked from experience,
He becomes met with the Sun.
For once he was sad and furious,
Is now warm and fully unlocked.
Flames and fire surround,
With no red or orange in sight.
For blue is the warmest colour,
He just didn’t know it at the time.
Written by Camryn Durante
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