The Cold The cold is bitter, it bites, and I bleed. It cuts to the soul, numbness takes hold, and frozen I’m freed. Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “The Cold” Add yours Beautiful in its brevity! Reply Thank you. 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
The Sanctuary of the Storm 
Beautiful in its brevity!
Thank you. 🙂