Cold
It is cold outside.
Cold.Cold
Cold reaches into my boots and gloves.
Cold sneaks into my body.
Cold aches and dominates.
Cold. Cold
Silent lasting cold.
I feel the cold.
You are the cold.
Copyright © Errol Young | Year Posted 2021
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