Cold,
Very cold.
Extremely cold.
A drop,
A drop of water.
Fell from a leaf.
It touched my head.
Chilled my thoughts.
Chilled me.
I am cold.
I am dry.
I don't think,
And I don't cry.
Chilling winds,
Turned to breeze.
Ice was cold.
Now it can't freeze.
I am frozen,
I am cold.
When the drop touched me,
I turned old.
Extremely old.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesiaIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
