Theme: Weather
Cold
by Rupashri Chatterjee
Cold  seeps into my skin My mind my soul frozen Icicles growing colder sharper In my heart Sickness radiates from me I need a hand a hug, an embrace some warmth, some presence a smile, a human, a voice Just someone something I can latch on to In this moment to be melted and warm and alive and wanted and free.
09-Mar-2020
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