linger aimlessly on the pavement, i walk
unmindful of the wind, wherever i may take
dancing and entwining ,swaying in my flimsy frock
the wind chilling, my face as cold as a fake.
expectant heart, suppose you walk across
on my way, and greet me with cold eyes.
cloak me with your silence, dangled me with frost
and when you passed through me, my heart dies.
it's the coldest poem i ever written.
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