tiistai 8. huhtikuuta 2014

The Frost.

The bus drives on
Unsteady as always.
I stare out of the window
To the frozen lakes
And I realize
Not everyone get to see this
Ever during their lives.
That I'm a part of minority
That has spent the majority of my life
In this cold, frozen space.
I don't mind the frost outside.
I'm terrified by the frost
We all seem to have inside.

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