winter


my room is full of dew
from yesterdays humidity
but
it was all a one time thing
because this is not
hawaii
this is the real world

there's snow inside today
my themometer has stopped working



you're ice
in my mistfilled
hand



Poetry by kladdpapper
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Written on 2006-09-09 at 09:04

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Zachary P. B.
i really like this... i connect with it, how everything changes, from people to places to seasons... and nowhere is perfect there is no "somewhere" of hopes or utopia, because wherever we go our cold and icy hearts come with us...

in a way it's always winter.

loved this, bookmarked. =)
z
2006-09-10