COLD SOUL

Mirrors of shining eyes.
Reflecting visionaries.
Stored within the mind’s eye.
The awesome wondering whys eyes.
Puncturing clouds, spearing the skies.
Finding heaven above the waterfall mask.
Where I’m coming from just don’t ask.
I really do not know.
I’m just counting frozen fingers.
While waiting upon the rain and snowfall’s calling.
My phone just rang, it must be Jack.
Letting me know the chill’s coming back.
(C) LIVVI

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