
Some hate it
Because it’s cold
And dangerous.
That’s why I love it,
As it stings my face
I’m reminded that
I’m surging with
Red hot life.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.

Some hate it
Because it’s cold
And dangerous.
That’s why I love it,
As it stings my face
I’m reminded that
I’m surging with
Red hot life.
– Vagabond Prophet