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Chills dance along my skin,
As I scrunch up my arms,
Trying desperately to contain
Any heat

The wind gently brushes,
Along my shivering body,
Chilling to
The bone

Without a warm snug home,
I’m a vulnerable blade of grass,
Waiting to be swept
Away

The winds quicken,
Whipping against my limp body,
Creeping inside
My soul


The blade of grass,
Slowly, quietly gets swept away,
In a cold gust
Of wind

Chilling





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Hanban12 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 10, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Absolutely love this poem; its FLOODING with imagery and full of emotion, I can really feel the effort put into it and i think repeating the title at the end adds alot of emphasis. A great writer! :)
 
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