The frozen river you can’t see,

It flows through your eyes,

How delicate it may be you won’t feel it,

You shan’t see the feeling it becomes,

Those noises it squeals,

That may turn through strong desires,

You can’t touch in such approach,

From the lightest touch it feels,

The atmosphere it absorbs,

Surrounds the area with great pain ambience,

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