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Cold

by

John Charles

The wind blows bitter cold in Boston tonight
Awakening the senses despite its totally numbing nature
However, this awakening is, in itself, numbing
Since there is simply an emptiness within
Not a melodramatic emptiness, just an emptiness
Where there is no prevalent up and no prevalent down
Just a contentment to walk through that apartment door
And feel that rosy glow magically appearing on your cheeks
As feeling returns
Simple stuff but nevertheless satisfying
The type of emotion experienced time in memorial
Yet rarely ever commented on


Cold

by

John Charles

The wind blows bitter cold in Boston tonight
Awakening the senses despite its numbing nature
However, this awakening is, in itself, numbing
Since there is an emptiness within
Not a melodramatic emptiness, just an emptiness
Where there is no prevalent up and no prevalent down
Just a final contentment to walk through that apartment door
And feel the rosy glow magically appearing on your cheeks
As feeling returns
Simple stuff but nevertheless satisfying
The type of emotion experienced for time in memorial
Yet rarely ever commented on

Cold

by

John Charles

The wind blows bitter cold in Boston tonight
Awakening the senses despite its numbing nature
However, this awakening is, in itself, numbing
Since there is an emptiness within
Not a melodramatic emptiness, just an emptiness
Where there is no prevalent up and no prevalent down
Just a final contentment to walk through that apartment door
And feel the rosy glow magically appearing on your cheeks
As feeling returns
Simple stuff but nevertheless satisfying
The type of emotion experienced for time in memorial
Yet rarely ever commented on