Chilly and wind blown
We can see the smog of breath
Pain from cold fingers
Pain from cold fingers
Sore stinging cheeks from being
Continually
Continually
Smacked, defaced by frigid air
My legs run from it
My legs run from it
Then I’m attacked by warm air
Surrounded by smiles
Surrounded by smiles
Reaching for a mug filled with
Brown liquid and love
So I decided to write a sequence Haiku since I've been failing lately. So, I hope this makes up for it! Also it's been awfully chilly around these parts...
50% Art 50% Thoughts 0%Crap
"I tell them sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them about what."
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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