In times when weather gives us trouble,
And roaring winds begin to blow,
A Bloody Mary or a double
Is no salvation from the snow.
My woolen clothing comes to rescue:
A sweater, tights, a pair of socks..
I'm warm when standing in a queue;
I wander boldly on the rocks.
Sometimes the fabric stings my skin;
I itch and suffocate inside
Despite the layer being thin.
It's probably an awful sight...
The very same your love can be,
So stifling, giving me no air,
When pain and hurt is all I see,
And your behaviour seems unfair.
And yet, I know without a doubt -
I'll wait a bit, and it will pass.
For now I'll just suppress a shout,
And try to keep at least some class.
Soon I will feel the soothing warmth,
Problems way down, and I - above,
Just like in woolen blanket's cloth
Curled up, wrapped up in your sweet love.
Woolen Clothes
© Copyright: Апрельская Ведьма, 2005
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It`s really nice! Is it your first poem in English?
Ann
Анна Мадис 23.09.2005 16:10 • Заявить о нарушении
Ann
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