Cold Fever
Palak Verma
Weak and cold as days now seem, So unwell like a fire died within, A cold fever that runs in the storm, From lost love, an infectious disease I caught. A fearful jitter through my broken soul, Numb life is moved over gravel roads, Shining on a darkling moon-lit night, With waters that rolled down my eye. Don't know no direction, no person too close, Walking on an endless breathtaking storm, So full of emotion, longing for a soul, A soul, just anyone, to light a fire in this cold.
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