Coonoor!
On wet dolphin tiles.
You feel it in the kilted blankets
On creaky wooden beds.
You feel it in the waiters smile
On the breakfast platter.
You feel it in the blue raincoats
On the trudge uphill.
You feel it in the thick fog
On the angel epitaph.
You feel it in the faraway laughter
On a starlit night.
You feel the warmth of a cold place
In your tiniest bones,
In your strongest muscles,
And on every inch
Of your goosebumped skin.
Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2008-09-12 at 17:25
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The Warmth Of a Cold Place
You feel it in your socked toesOn wet dolphin tiles.
You feel it in the kilted blankets
On creaky wooden beds.
You feel it in the waiters smile
On the breakfast platter.
You feel it in the blue raincoats
On the trudge uphill.
You feel it in the thick fog
On the angel epitaph.
You feel it in the faraway laughter
On a starlit night.
You feel the warmth of a cold place
In your tiniest bones,
In your strongest muscles,
And on every inch
Of your goosebumped skin.
Poetry by Puddled
Read 1111 times
Written on 2008-09-12 at 17:25
Tags Warmth Hills Cold
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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