Polar Cold Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Polar Cold



Polar cold

Pain is sharp, cuts like knife
Gets to bones through thighs
Burn of cold fingers; toes
As sticks in flame; bonfire
Icicles from nose; eyelashes
Cooked beetroots are ears
Snows and funny is a devil
Bright its brown eyes; squirrel

Monday, February 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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