Winter Window

The sun fights through the biting breeze
to bring a message of warmth to my skin

But the message is not delivered
as the messenger is not strong enough to survive the journey

So my skin becomes the icy blanket I wrap about myself
and shiver as I look out of the window.

© The Drummer Poet
15/07/2014

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