Cold shoulders, frigid stare; numbed emotions, glacial air. Veins of ice that chill to the bone – frosty player with soul of stone. * This piece marks poem 400! Â This was not begun as a poetry blog. Â But my readers enjoyed and supported my first attempts – and a poet has been born! Â THANK YOU!

Cold shoulders,
frigid stare;
numbed emotions,
glacial air.
Veins of ice
that chill to the bone –
frosty player
with soul of stone.
*
This piece marks poem 400! Â This was not begun as a poetry blog. Â But my readers enjoyed and supported my first attempts – and a poet has been born! Â THANK YOU!
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