Cold

Cold

A Poem by Ruzica

My hands are wet

from the snowball I've been making


crystal water sparkling

against my skin


My hands are cold


The sleeves of my coat

aren't long enough

to cover them


The tips of my fingers are numb
and nothing can ever warm them again


nothing except your smile


My hands are cold

© 2014 Ruzica


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This really warmed my heart. Beautiful use of simple words, they hit you with such velocity

Posted 7 Years Ago


This kind of gave me a bitter sweet feeling, its kind of dark, but the last two lines are nicer :)
I like it, ive been there on a snowy day haha

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 6, 2009
Last Updated on June 30, 2014

Author

Ruzica
Ruzica

Serbia



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A Poem by Ruzica


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A Poem by Ruzica


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A Poem by Ruzica