Vorochta 5

Sobering and cold it falls.

Regardless of who you are

or where you’ve been.

It plays

It jumps

It sings

It dances on the tip of your tongue and all throughout the air.

It cleanses your mind, but freezes you to the core.

It lives in the mountains

high above

watching

waiting.

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