Winter Sorrow

I walked out the door
Tasting the crisp air
Of the cool wintry day.

I feel how the wind
Blows my cloths back and forth
Telling me how the season will come to be.

I see the fallen leaves
Float from one place to another
Telling their sorrowful fate.

I smell the corrosion
Of someone’s breath
As they inhale death
Through their precious cancer sticks.

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