A frost descends
Encasing me
A cocoon in kelvin
Wow this hurts
A tear sheds
To freeze on contact
My world slows
The lights are dimming
Through my back I escape
And find myself
Wet and warm to the touch!
So cold and warm, so douce and bitter, so good! ! Beautiful! ! ! !
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Impressive! Well penned and poignant! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! Romeo-New York City