Awake.
Cold.
My face is chapped,
But my body is warm.
I need to get up,
To take a shower,
But the ground is so frigid,
And in bed I'll stay so warm.
Maybe I'll stay here,
No work today.
Just lie here cozy in my bed,
As a last bastion for heat,
in an otherwise icy world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem