Thy heart is frozen;
’tis Decemeber morn
Can’t even feel thy
Love that surrounds
Can’t hear thy music
Joy; or the harmony of
The day? Thick as the
Arctic tundra, thyself
Wonders… will it
remain frozen ’til spring?
Nor thy heart frozen forever?
Once upon a time a poet says!
A Warmth of thy love is cure!
-written: 25th Dec 2017, Ryan Niño Rabino
