At times the weather keeps reflecting on me <br />Touching me in an expected ways <br />As the desert winter floats towards my way <br />It leaves certain frost in my heart <br />Numbness that spreads beyond my hands and feet <br />No matter how much warmth exposed to me <br />Whisking the cold in me, it takes a long time <br />I need a real fire to discard the cold<br /><br />Nasra Al Adawi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discard-the-cold/
