The pale blue light of winter’s hold
Cast shadows upon this room
Cause seasons pass and now it’s cold
And hoarfrost flowers bloom
A world now cold with frost and ice
And my pen’s wandering path
Constrained by bounds of building
walls
With no company but math
The ring on finger first reflects
This sickly pale sunlight
And my watch-beat sounds upon my wrist
“Tick tock, tick tock” on the right
The air outside may freeze and blow
But my heart’s colder still
I care not how this exam shall go
To be honest, I’ve had my fill
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