Cold numb feeling in my hands
Brain emotionally detached
Wind swiftly through my hair
Not used to as much as for the rain along the bridal path
Feet cold, not a feeling seeing the Belgian hare
I stood there with a pause detached from orb
My hand crunched from the cold
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poetry'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
