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R. Frost was onto something when he predicted ice Because the coldness of your gaze Bites Like the desert wind Piercing through loose fibers As we wander these winter nights Thoughtful Thursday @thepoetslist "Ice Cold" poetry prompt

Cozy like my favorite cardigan, Turned cold as winter chill The kind of weather which calls for a sweater, Making me crave your comfort still.. - rs.darko

I cannot shake the fear Of letting you carve your name into my heart Like the careless vandals before you Graffiti in the form of stiches and scars Leaving spaces I've only just begun to fill with the stars Burning celestial bodies I wished upon solely to feel your warmth - @rs.darko