RoseAnn V. Shawiak Coldness Poems

Falling asleep, drifting into silent dreams, white with snow,
making me cold and shivering as if it was really the coldness
of reality.
Walking against the tides of yesterday's promises, taking all
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Everything that's living will eventually die in a
passion of death's insistence.
A gentle mirrored coldness, wrapping itself around
me as I lie in the intrepid solace of the past.
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