Poetry that thinks out loud
COLD HANDS
It was Tuesday morning
And snowing once again;
Everything outside was white,
But it was far from plain.
Sights that I was seeing
Were cold hands bearing pain,
Though, they said they'd be alright;
Those children cried again.
Heaters brought no soothing,
But knowledge was their gain;
Crying children within sight
Now know that snow brings pain.
And snowing once again;
Everything outside was white,
But it was far from plain.
Sights that I was seeing
Were cold hands bearing pain,
Though, they said they'd be alright;
Those children cried again.
Heaters brought no soothing,
But knowledge was their gain;
Crying children within sight
Now know that snow brings pain.
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COLD HANDS
COLD HANDS