Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ Warm glow of a fire/ Does nothing to keep the cold at bay/ It's merely an illusion,/ A memory of better times. ________________________ Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ As the cold nips at them/ Run inside,/ Quickly now/ And stand by the f...
What is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you enjoy my poems, Follow if you'd like to receive updates on my poetry a...