25 September 2012
The other day,
sheer cold hit the air,
stung the stiff branches,
then sent out a prayer.
It said "I know about living,
and all the troubles abound,
but just step outside,
not a soul is around.
Sure, the weather is biting,
the blame is on me,
move away from the worries,
I can set you free."
The Cold • Opuss № I