.
White wind
whipping,
Sub-zero sea…
Shaking my boat
And I no longer
Can see,
Through the
Wedding-like veil
covering the city.
My cheeks are
Tingling and
My fingertips icy…
But such is
The reality of
My home land.
All I can say
Is
Welcome to Freezingland!
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Description for the visually impaired; A typical Freezingland winter scene after this morning snow fall. The wind is blowing snow all around while the sun is trying to pierce through the clouds.
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