I
Breaths, ice cold, keeps me warmest
Unstill warmth, leaves me calmest
Stiff air, all dances about
In ambience that's hollowed out
II
The icy air was but warm
for my heart was much colder
The cool touch does it no harm
it's cold, an ice boulder
III
Snow did not fall down free
Winter did not come to be
The trees stay as though in spring
winds, grew hasty, as they, wing
IV
The winds, truly all lonely
As they search longingly
For that which they can but touch
Like maiden's tears left untouched
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Voiceless Poetry
PoezjaDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
