Winter sun burning brightly,
Effervescent rays
Tickling my nose.
Hot and cold
Simultaneously,
I don’t know how to feel.
Feels warm on my face,
My bones however feel cold
My ears are red like cherries.
Even this points to you,
You give what we need,
Not what we want.
– Vagabond Prophet
– I love winter, a lot.
Vagabond Prophet 