Winter In Sweden

Below zero in a refrigerator, I sat in a fetal position, Trembled like a wet wren, Yearning to feel the blazing flame of summer. Teeth chatting with those brain neurons, Fist clenching, not able to move, Hypothermia began to set in, My cells were paralyzed by the monster. My heart, a sleeping dove, Silenced and tranquilized, Each heart beat longed to dance But the hideous snowflakes forbad it.