BITING COLD

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The prompt is a free verse poem about Finnish winter created by Ex-Twitter's AI 'Grok 3 beta'.
Now Twitter is 'X' of course, but I'm gonna call it 'Ex-Twitter' - sue me.

Original structure of the poem:

The air bites, sharp as a blade,
a stillness so deep it hums,
snow blankets the earth like a sigh,
endless, white, a canvas of cold.

Pines stand solemn,
their branches bowing under frost,
whispering secrets to the wind—
a low howl that dances through the dusk.

The sky, a pale shroud,
swallows the sun whole,
leaving only a faint glow,
a promise tucked beneath the horizon.

Lakes freeze, mirrors of ice,
reflecting the silence,
the weight of a season
that cradles both beauty and burden.

In the distance,
a flicker—
auroras weave their threads of light,
green and violet stitching the night,
a quiet gift for those who endure.

Boots crunch, breath clouds,
time slows to the rhythm of falling flakes,
Finland’s winter holds you,
unyielding, tender, vast.