Noveyre

Chilly Rings

The paucity of warmth is palpable, 

I feel it in fingers raw and red, 

and the wind to coolly cinch my neck, 

and snowflakes sweetly kiss my head. 

 

 It's a kind winter, with high gray clouds 

thousands of fathoms above- 

in a sea of sky that's raining down 

the coldest breed of crystal. 

 

In a way, we'll all be rich 

with wintry diamonds on chilly rings 

I feel my fingers raw and red, 

all the gifts that winter brings.

 

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2017 17:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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