Air is cold
But what is cold
If not a cooling breeze?
What is frost
And what is lost
And what is simply need?
It hits your skin
And caves you in
And kills you with its song.
What is cold
And what is gold
And what did I do wrong?
Words and Rhythm
I like poetry, and I *love* writing. I'm working on my third novel right now, but every once in a while a poetic sort of feeling or thought pops into my head and I write it down. Here are some of my poems and thoughts that I wanted to share with you guys, and I hope you like them...
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