Its Cold
Its
cold
Its
bold
Its
fresh
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter
freeze
Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel
Its Cold
Its
cold
Its
bold
Its
fresh
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter
freeze
Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel
