COLDNESS

Everything under our sun is cold.

Even our smiles.

Please don't ask me about my heart;

it's too cold.

You can't feel my pulse,

nor see my color,

for I am gray,

I feel my pain with my eyes closed.

Look at my clouds.

They are dry,

because their dreams have been stolen.

And now they summon the autumn winds,

to fill their emptiness.