A Gift of Cold

Cold of glaciers chill my bones

Sweeping down from mountains

Icy streams and cool winds

Stealing heat from stifling days

Pulling me back into myself

An individual among individuals

Bound to life and intertwined

With the world in present mind.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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