Of Frost That Bites My Hands Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of Frost That Bites My Hands



Of frost that bites my hands
Sing I:
But worse, more deep,
More sorrowful,
The frost that gnaws the Inner Soul,
The frost that harms more, more
Than frost that bites my hands.

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