Cold

Cold as waving Seawater clasping arms of salt deliberately around the
cold Shore with stones that breaks the colours in the
cold Rainbow’s shadow capturing heavens promise to a
cold World, bowing deeply to the wishes of the
cold Man staring greedy at the waving Seawater clasping, as he draws
cold Pictures in the thoughts of a new heaven of a new reality where all
cold Intentions do not survive and rests and dies in
cold disclosing wells of Failure

~Ingvild Gregersen

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