i see the tree silhouettes on the gray-blue sky
as i'm breathing steam into the air, so dry
walking to see you, in temperature so low
December weather, it's familiar, i know
awaiting the days for the snow to fall,
sipping hot chocolate waiting for your phone call
staring out the screen door at cars passing by,
watching the window fog up after every sigh
little black cats in the snow are quivering
as am i, in your arms shivering
it gets so cold with me being so small,
thank God i have you; so warm and so tall
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Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
שיריםthis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.
