Treasure Island

Leslie Ching

(January 8,1995- / Toronto, ON, Canada)

Cold


Why is it so cold?
In this room
Of warm rosy hues
So richly furnished;
These golden flames
Crackling behind
The sooty grill;
My shivering self
Wrapped tightly in
So lavish a shawl;
No, it should not feel
So cold.
But however richly
This room is furnished;
However merrily
These golden flames crackle;
However warmed
My stiff body is;
This room
Will still
Feel cold.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Edited: Thursday, August 04, 2011
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  • Kibrom Habtu (8/15/2011 8:00:00 AM)

    in the cold.... in the cold earth....you have captured your self i am surprised... i like it....10+++ (Report) Reply

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