Frost

You find yourself

into millions

of little drops

.

You find yourself 

into millions 

of crystals

.

You feel the microscopic cold balls from ice

 between your eyebrows

and they fall onto the cold ground

.

Your feet,

your cold,cold feet;

They hide themselves under the wet grass

they embrace the grass and her  blanket or sheet,

from winter

.

Will you ever want to go back to the summer,

August?

But you rather prefer November

when it’s still cold

and when there’s frost.

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