The First Poem

Thu, 06/23/2016 - 03:36 -- Zpaksi

My skin was chilled, yet I was warmed.
The words danced through my mind, and cradled my heart. I was glowing with intrigue. How can someone's words be so strong, and yet so gentle? Warm and yet cold? It only makes sense that I found this warmth from a man named Frost.

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My community
Our world
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