Wednesday 26 March 2008

Poem: Cold

" Cold "

The cold.

What a strange sensation and thing.

It creeps upon you.

Like death waiting to sent you to sleep.

Muscles quizzer and lost their feeling.

Throughout the body piece by piece.

Losing the fight.

Awaiting sweet blessed sleep.

Cold has come for you.

Cold, it also invigorates and wakes up life.

Go outside, it hits you and you feel alive.

Cold, what a strange sensation and thing.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

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