It is winter and my blood is cold
The time of water, Jack-frost season where neon is swallowed up by black, white and grey.
And the silent winds breathe cold in our ears. It is winter.
Frost bites provoke discoloured skin and scabs. I see no reason to wear warm clothes , for melancholy's heat is enough for me.
She swims in my blood like it's component.
Hi there. I know this part is really short but I hope your enjoyed it? Thank you for reading. What are your thoughts?
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PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
