Pisces babe
cold and dreary
all bundled up in the bed
light filters through the thin curtains
feeling so cold, but with soaring
temperatures
running nose and all
like part of her just died
her heart cracks, her eyes dampen
turns and tosses on the bed
hugs the pillow to her chest
and slowly drift off to one of her many dreamless sleeps.
Is this the fate of all Pisces babes? A nice poem. Keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...........................................