The cold, cold, winter wind cold as it blows sharply through the night colder than the cold war as cold as the ground during a long winter night colder than the long brutal war sharper than the blades that pierce fiercer than the anger that builds inside people it sharply nips at my cheeks as i walk through the cold winter night it nips fiercely at my cheeks as though it were a mad dog the cold, cold, winter wind it fiercely slams against the windows the windows on the houses up and down the street as I walk down the street the cold, cold, winter wind seems to follow as if it were a lost soldier looking for home I finally reach home and the wind barks at the door as I close it it barks like an old General at duty the wind was sharp, fierce, and angry like those of the cold war.