The Gentle Cold The sweeping cold seeped into my lungs Revitalizing memories and momentary feelings of nostalgic reprise The overpowering chill of the room invaded my toes and took charge of my mind. I cherished the cold air and exhaled a refreshing frost. The cold air is like a cigarette to my lips The very process of inhaling is a wonderful satisfaction My breath comes out clouded like smoke As I take a hit from the freezing wind. I am so in love with the frigid cool yet so alone That this glacial circulation of outside air Caresses my entire self while embracing a state of remembrance Reviving old somehthings and someones from my wintry past. December memories flow through behind my eyes. Throwing snowballs, wartime snowforts, sledding sheer downhill, Gentle flurries, legs and legs of feet, icy graveyards of the deep Rosy cheeks, frozen toes, and the warm rebirth from a fireplace. The gentle cold holds me through the night Placing its arms around me Hugging me in my blanket warmth Not to freeze me but to appease my icy love affair. Adam Vincent Karls -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ --

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