the cold dark night seeps ‘neath the door
enquiring wispy wintry tendrils
invade through cracks and gaps
the greedy chill pools round my feet
my ankles lapped by icy flood
biting at my toes
I must paddle through this frosty sea
and clamber up to higher ground
away from icicle teeth
there to safely snuggle in
and fall into your warm embrace
and dream of summer days
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I like those icicle teeth…brrr with a bite!
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Viscious cold š
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Cold floors should be forbidden – although they do seem to speed you to a warm destination š
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Yes there are benefits to cold floors I suppose š
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Sometimes ya gotta be cold before you can get hot š
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I don’t mind cold feet … personally its cold bums I object to š my own, especially
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Haha yes cold bums are no fun either!
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Reblogged this on The Iridescent Bubble and commented:
A beautiful poem.
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