It's cold outside,
really cold
the snow falls
the ice freezes
the cold air flies
And in it all,
I burrow my face
into my big
white
sweater
[it smells like warmth]
It's cold inside,
really cold
the people glare
the people shove
the people hate
And in it all,
I burrow my face
into my big
white
sweater
[it smells like warmth]
YOU ARE READING
Moonlit Poetry
PuisiMoonlit poems to help others remember what's important... [Originally titled "Finding Earth"]
