Look at me now, or look at me not
Ice melts on your eyes infiltrate your heart
The shiver of a long forgotten conversations
On a windy night outside the window
Why would we evolve into breathless statues?
The poison have come to our house from a dark lush forest
Isolation that we create
The deepest darkness of our souls
How can we remember all the colours of our faces?
Beating smiles and sparks of the eyes
How can we remember ourselves full of love?
I am old and cold with daffodils wilted on my bed
And snowflakes in your tears
Figuring its way out
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Poetry Prairie 