Coldest I ever been,
summer,start to end.
while body sweats.
pens of cold chisel,
snow laden aspens,
in sun beat athens.
boast of cutting edge,
no forge, but sledge.
"love afar, spite at home,"
a city, cold as stone.
( * Ralph Emerson's Essay on charity)
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Book / Fantasy
Poem / Horror
Poem / Poetry
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