Cold
Traversing the crunch of the gravel road
Trees grow over the drive
Touching at their bough
Creating an evergreen arch
A stately dwelling
Imposes in fields that unfold
I imagine life is luxurious
Dining on Wedgewood China
Blue and gold
Lounging on a red velvet sofa
Meandering through
Spacious rooms
That swallow
Living a refined
Tailored existence
I wonder
Do they too get cold
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Author:
Katie B. (
Online) - Published: May 21st, 2026 08:40
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Nothing a good fire couldn't fix?
One would wonder but people are people and we all feel heat and cold, joy and pain. A most lovely write Katie
Thank you and yes I agree we all suffer. But the image wealth projects sometimes gives me the idea they don't suffer. Maybe it's a good disguise.
You are welcome Katie there suffering is often different in nature.
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