Occupational hazard...


Freezing


My fingers freeze
In my arctic room,
As I tap out my
Frozen thoughts.
I sneeze and laugh
That the cold
Doesn't stop me.





Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-27 at 12:32

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is so true how deep the lonley frozen soul of the writer some thing others often dont understand
2005-12-02


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is so true how deep the lonley frozen soul of the writer some thing others often dont understand
2005-12-02


BlueyedSoul
Oh this is so cute and i know that feeling you describe...many times i am drinking my tea and snuggling in my blankey as i write...wow now that is some visual lol.

~BlueyedSoul
2005-11-27