Be it bleak
or blind
I travel through the pure white
in anything but sleek.
My breath often does match
its beauty,
in a dull sort of way.
And on my nose its children I catch.
Brr, do I dream
of warmth, but at least I touch
a gift most ignores, it seems.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
