In such a place as where I live,
It is true,
You will hear your heart beat
Along with the soft touch of snowflakes
Across the virginal white, snow-covered land,
You will see the warmth of your breath in the air,
And the wretchedness in others' eyes
Will pierce your soul
Through the hopeless silence;
You will feel their tears,
Thinking they are your own,
While the chill beneath their welcoming glance
Will prick your soft, warm skin
As a poignant, protective quill.
You will feel the denial in their hearts
And if you are not careful,
Fall prey to their inward illusions.
But the peace, indeed, is beautiful
If within you, you can keep it.
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