Night Frost
Looking at my dark thick urn
Holding nothing in store to burn
On fire to ease this night sneeze
Which had hold tight my body to freeze
Does it mean it shows no concern?
Or I have to make its deposit learn
The best way one's owner needs be appease
Seizing to calm the ideal angry breeze
Ohbi: shame on it; I have my bed's hug
Left the dark thick urn to its empty jug
Beaming from its endless wish to run
Away with the vanishing weather gun
Shooting from all angles as my body plug
Deeply and bow in the bed's warm drug
Till bitten life's frost assault be truly done
That sunshine will glow the sky and cloud be shun...
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