rose orange red
on the horizon, it's cold
and I fear slipping on the ice
I need to look down, in front of me,
but it's so beautiful
and the rose orange red
have faded every time I look
up from the ice on front of me
until the sky is pale pink
pale blue
I turn away to face west
the light snow sparkles
above the fog.
let me never look down.
in the early light
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