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it was cold

Posted to Action Poetry




never-ending blue
says hello to bright eyes,
brushing hair back
tossing it playfully
"can you believe i can do that now?"

don't worry about your shoestrings being tied,
they were left at home with your shoes...
just feel warm grass
silently caressing the bottoms of your toes,

no laughter is needed
the sun speaks for us...
playing dancing beams
across frozen awareness,

now your thawing
now i'm thawing