My words of truth only come from the mind.
The breeze shivers to the bone,
But the heart still stays warm.
It's my idea of a perfect world.
No need for a coat.
I love the feel,
But I hate the cold.
Not everything is as it seems.
Let me stay under the stars.
I close my eyes,
And all I see,
Is the clouded skies and winter reverie.
A walk through my dreams,
Natural frozen tears.
Silent calls, please answer.
I alone, can relate to the cold.
(c) ayam- do not steal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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