Frostbite Poem by zmz gbzn

Frostbite



Two roads diverged in
A wood: Now there were four, then
You say two. Why's that?

Your fingers are cold
I put them in my mouth to
Try to warm them up.

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Bri Edwards 22 July 2022

Robert Frost in his younger days?

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