Tanya Ivanova

Rookie (04.08.1980 / Varna, Bulgaria)

Cold - Poem by Tanya Ivanova

By the fireplace of personal wellbeing

We are sitting and champing some chips.

We are watching around, but not seeing,

All we do is giving good tips.



And the cold outside is unreal,

Someone’s dying there - it is not us,

We are speaking of bargain and deal

And are passing by them like a bus.



And engulfed into sweetness and sleep,

Real warmth is only outside.

Cold possesses us into our deep,

When for others we no warmth provide.


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  • Rookie Tanya Ivanova (4/17/2014 12:31:00 AM)

    Thank you, I am very pleased You like it (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 40 Points Tanya Gupta (4/8/2014 12:11:00 PM)

    nice one, .....enjoyed (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/8/2014 7:38:00 AM)

    cold outside is unreal, good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 8, 2014


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