Sophie Wightman Poems

Plunged in the ice cold water,
But I cannot feel it.
Someone bring me some warmth.
I drown, but my lungs are not screaming.
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The sunlight hits my face,
The glittering rays sparkle in my eyes.
I feel it in my skin.
I feel the goodness that it brings,
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My breath, hot,
Creates a fog of condensation on the glass.
My palms, sweaty,
Pounding at the indestructible pane.
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