There should be snow - but that would be cliche.
A little dusting as a symbol would
Be quite appropriate, because today
Was cold, so cold; yet I don't think it could
Because the temperature outside is warm,
And thunderclouds, although they threaten me
Are only present in a mental form
And therefore cannot storm corporally.
The frigid afternoon is only so
To those who are not happy. If I am
Frozen, therefore, I cannot simply go
Into the heat, or cuddle in a sham.
I must be honest with myself, and fly
The coldness in my heart that makes me sigh.
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