Poetry: Ravishing cold, you
The cold is humbling, Its brisk wind, Kisses noses and cheeks red. Dressed in warm, comforting clothes, Hugging frail skin, cracked in dry air. The cold is kind, It kills quietly, […]
The cold is humbling, Its brisk wind, Kisses noses and cheeks red. Dressed in warm, comforting clothes, Hugging frail skin, cracked in dry air. The cold is kind, It kills quietly, […]