The Cold Poem by Naveed Akram

The Cold



The cold is a stranger and a cost,
To all these students of cool nature,
To all the trees I decide to occupy,
And remark on cruel beginnings
As a warm feeling, a wonderful laughter,
And a welcoming emotion.
The cold is a stranger but also a cost.

Monday, February 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: laughter
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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