War with cold
War with cold
Today I was astir
Betimes before the sun,
For I envied its might in warmth.
I rushed to the frigid outside
To set the war,
To drive away the cold,
That I had been confounded
To take asylum from
Within walls
My heat cooled,
I saw the mist rise with esteem
As I effused warmth from within...
The war I lost,
And for contriving my liver puissant enough
To warm the atmosphere,
I should be checked.
James Kaluna
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