F Poem by Andrea Petrovcinova

I see frosty images
Frost as Robert's poems
To its frozen deepness
I walk holding my breath
I see stilness
Of the the blues and colored-less
All shades of greys
Wandering without embrace
I am haunted through the days
And as Robert used to say
In his poems of diverged woods
I walk through these frosty crowds of greens
And through frozen hays
Not knowing each other's face
Through the cold
I try to find long-forgotten grace
But the silhouttes remain in sparkle of greys
I'm looking through frosty images
Deciding where to go
There is no need for the diverged road
Robert's words fly across my mind
Frosty-like
Stabbing me when I attempt to hide

I see frozen haze
Frozen days
Frozen heart, frozen face
And the blues paint me from inside

I am frozen to depths of my soul.