Then It Got Cold Poem by Mister Dog

Then It Got Cold

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then it got cold
branches holding you up
a lost dog searching the streets
in the moonlight

a half-finished letter
with a broken envelope
torn edges
speaking your mind

dirty shoes standing in the back
rolled up jeans
lips that never held a smile
and never gave a compliment
unless it was true

then he got cold.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 15 April 2018

Write comment. Good imagination, Mister. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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