Rain falls on a roof in the dark.
The lake is lost on the edge of a cliff in a dream I'm in.
The water is frozen to the core of the season.
Snowflakes fall, I cannot see
but I feel the breeze leading the soft flakes
to land on my practically numb face.
This may make me ill, being out where
the sense of north and west have vanished with the light.
The snow melts to rain as it drifts away from me.
A ticking clock welcomes me back to reality.
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