11/7/14

The weather outside was violent.

Yet my mind stayed tranquil.

I stepped on the front step and everything felt yellow.

It is wierd how the cold can feel so at home.

Then, I looked back in my window and saw blue.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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