Yukon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Yukon



Yukon

I will be
(If succeed)
On my way to the cold
I will be in tepee and igloo
With breaths, and warm hearts
I will be full of joy, will be alive.

My friends
My sisters, brothers
Extend hands, I need them
I won’t die of the cold, or the ice
I shivers and weaken; pain enters in spine,
If you cry.

Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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