ColdA Poem by RuzicaMy 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 nothing except your smile My hands are cold © 2014 RuzicaReviews
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