Cold seeps through my clothes
My nose is red and moutashe wet
And my breath is visible.
A visible description of winter days that chills the whole existence.
Nice poem dear young poet.
10 for the poem. Thanks.
Subhas
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Cold seeps through my clothes My nose is red and moutashe wet And my breath is visible. A visible description of winter days that chills the whole existence. Nice poem dear young poet. 10 for the poem. Thanks. Subhas