follower of winter

I followed the winter

to north, where only

the aurora borealis would

dance on the black

crystal night sky.

leading this far-

it turned around

and flashed it´s

brightest smile.

“Stop following me, tiring one!

Not caring for you, anyway!

Got places to go,

stuff to freeze,

souls to chill…

tah, tah”

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