I lost my soul to the cold.
She was a bitter frosty girl.
Her shoulder colder than Minnesota.
Her pupils an icy swirl.

Lips of neon, breath of Freon.
And a jagged tongue of ice.
Hypothermia fills my cornea.
And the chills began to bite.

She once was Summer, Than fell to Spring.
Turned to Fall, and now she’s Winter.
I still search for the warmth she once had,
The sunny days I still remember.

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Rolando Rosario

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  1. William Cowan says:

    Rolando, bravo! well conveyed. ah, the changes we go thru in relationships. excellent poem. will



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