Wind coming from a lake
Harsh wind
Cold is in it.
Coming in fast
Like a speedboat coming into the lines
Of a beach.
Out of control.
So cold
Walking into cold wind
Chill smacking up against my cheeks
And it's february
Well that maybe normal
To have pure coldness
Within that month
Oh, I hope for a new
Month.
Less coldness
More spring like weather
We are due for it
And I hope to feel it soon
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