Frosted windows

Frosted windowpanes

Block me from the outside world

Keep me safe safe safe

Because the treachery is clear

Out there and lies litter the streets

But never fear because you are safe

In your little abode where the windows frost

In a desperate effort to keep you innocent and

Keep your heart pure. Whatever you do though,

Do not open the door and take a step out into that

Deathly sun for the light will surely kill the hard work

The frost on the windows did.

The End

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