Best time is the time spent alone with yourself in dark and fog, where the cold wind touches your face making it cold and giving your eyes the warmth of tears which rolls down on the cold cheeks. When you think about so many things and yet you try to forget and forgive.
(Forget And Forgive)
One who exists without a Mother's Love is lost, existing in a cold empty world
(0540pm 25 February 2019. Came to me while reviewing a poem titled 'Mom's Smiles' by me poet yeps poet..)
Everyday darkness reminds me of her cold empty lies
Warm smile on the outside, with a Cold heart on the inside.
On A Cold And Frosty Morning
(Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush)
you are like a snake with cold blood while keeping the hottest cave within you