Canadian Air Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Canadian Air



Canadian air

Frozen water, air
Whispers shout:
"It's winter."

I complain:
Why the pearls?
Fall down to close way.

Nostrils and their hairs
Are dolphin reminders
They today don't filter.

Everyone bundled up
Genderless; old and young,
Beauty and ugly; all in hide

Pearls I make and complain
Closed Mouth have remained
Opened lips, teeth will break

Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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