Cold hand poems
warm up the mind.
There’s a smaller space
to think, and a smaller space
to run
(don’t run off )
and something is so much
greater.
It’s not the rain
or the humid inside
the mind.
Outside
the house,
its not the warm clothe
or the fire.
The heart is alone
wondering a way
wanting a way out
there’s only one winter
only this weather
this season will change you
and grow you up
in this moment you will fell
all of it.
Lay down on the leaves
And watch the trees
Fall in love. Be in love.
And don’t cry.
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