Its cold outside, but through these windows
one couldnt tell, the warmth cuddles your every
bone, slowly the warmth snakes through your
body and relief around the corner, your eyes
with their focus on where you just were and
your memories of the numbness and chattering
are now behind, for now a good gesture and a
smile cause its warm inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem