Cold Words

Glacial life support would be horrible Alkas, but this poem is compelling. I read I read what the writer has written, but I also try to some how feel how I fit in; so often sparks of my own are triggered by the writer. I have often said and expressed in my poetry my true mi Musa. The poet's breath. Mine is real. She lives in Colombia, South America and has never seen snow. Kniwing this was not your intent in this poem, but with her I feel cold will someday be warmth. I love your lines Alkas