Tuesday, March 31, 2015


I appreciate the cold air.
Cleansing and refreshing
And when it stings against my face
I imagine i'm receiving a blessing--
A penance
A purification through the pain
See fire destroys
But ice sustains
It preserves
It maintains.
I'm hot enough already.
Don't need much more
To set me ablaze.

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