ChilledA Poem by King_of_HeartsJust feeling...sad.Sadness of the heart is cold for the young and for the old. It freezes your senses like the air at the long rusted fences of the winter-woe fair. You feel all is gray on this mid-Winter day and that May may never come. © 2009 King_of_HeartsReviews
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