Cold

Cold short poem

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The cold.
As the days draw in,
And nights get longer,
When life seems
Impossible;
To an extent,
Has it ever
Occurred to you
That the cold
Making its way
Into your bones,
Faster
And more painful
Than a sharp knife
Cutting through
Fresh baby-soft skin,
Is not exactly the cold
But memories from
A distant past, a past
Long forgotten
You pretend,
But hopelessly
Etched in your mind
In real, forever.

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Preeti
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When the cold evokes long-forgotten memories…Nicely written!

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