“La bise”, another quickquirk poem

This continuous icy quiet wind

Who enterslips in your neck

Encolding your deepest bones

We call it “La Bise”

She makes the sun stands wrongly like a nothing

A dewarmed light a cold useless bulb

The sky is blue but the snow can not melt on the bench

I took this pic of proud snowballs

Then went back home walking and grinning

Behind tall windows

On the bed

In the sun magically warmed back

For a happy dreamy nappy-nap

There, I heared a silver laugh

 

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