Prose-ac
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Homeostasis
I don't feel warm,
I don't feel cold.
I just am.
Just to be is just to be,
The freezing winds,
The sunny beach.
My coat is warm,
My goosebumps prickle
But life is long
While seasons are fickle.
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