Frost Can Thaw:
The cold creeps in like a stain and chews you out.
The cold cracks your fingers and brings about
The singularity in your lonesome.
But the frost rolls in from hills
And sits atop the horizon like a pastel snow.
The frost settles in with the sun and sets lightly glow,
Footprints that don't stain your heart.
The cold was before.
The cold was I.
Blurring reason, chewing on the idea of treason
Vivid black and blue with the tarnished ideas of you.
But the frost is now.
The frost is I.
Alive and well,
~J.K.M.
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2. A Definitive (Poetry)
PoezjaNot just poetry for humanity. Poetry for me too. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, even words can explain the complications in ones head if you find the time to discover the right sentences." ~J.K.M.
