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february fifth

by Ava Blu

my hands are perpetually cold
and the only thing warming them
is the trust inside your eyes;

this is easier than anyone thought it would be.


Posted on 02/06/2009
Copyright © 2018 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/09 at 12:49 AM

I really like that last line.

Posted by Scott Utley on 02/06/09 at 05:10 AM

This poem transported me to the Canadian wilderness - before our continent was fully colonized - a log cabin - frontiers people - Indians still rulers - that's a mighty powerful piece of work - and quite beautiful ....

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