A Condition

November 21, 2013
By Delmara SILVER, Paris, Texas
Delmara SILVER, Paris, Texas
9 articles 5 photos 5 comments

the frosts will
not leave now I’ve
held them whispered
to them
cried on them frozen
over more the cuts
taste of salt salty
tears the
sun dries heals the
frost melts
melts melts
I am wet
People stare
I don’t care
They see this often

The author's comments:
My "lazy poem", but it's honest. People do stare. And it does happen often...chuckle.

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