Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it's cold in one's soul (in its northern side), it's a tough blizzard ⋯ a predictable hunch clouded its eyes' sky, and frost, deafened it ⋯ if it tries to say some, its words… get frozen ⋯ whispered a snowdrop, on bloodbath of March