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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.
02/05/2009 Posted on 02/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 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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