Icy day… [“Ice” poem collection]

In an icy day

Sitting in the back of the car

Watching people go by

Sinking in the depths of the abyss.

Watching darkness come by.

In a warm day.

Feeling so alive.

Watch that butterfly.

It is dead now.

Why don’t I cry?


At the moment a tear goes down.

I could swear…

I could hear her laughing out loud…

Walking in the cold.

Inside an old car,

Me passing by…

The abyss is calm now.

The car is gone.

Forget the butterfly.

What an icy day…

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