jonathan marshall


So Cold - Poem by jonathan marshall

the icy winds hits my warm face
i turn around to avoid that icy blast
i push my hands in me pocket just for luck
i rush in shop shaking to the core
let it be i cant say no more
cold Frosted hands
i get the milk and bread
i look upon the door
i cant bear to face the icy winds
i put my hood up
i push the door
then battle to win to my front door
i rest my back at the door
thank god no more

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012



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