in our cold days
a book of poetry

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  On our cold days, we bleed, fight, and cry. On our cold days, we ask ourselves how to cope with feelings that seem unconquerable. On our cold days, the waves of cold can be just as sharp as a knife, and the chill that falls over the ground even sharper. Numbness and silence are the weight the cold carries, but when there are glimpses of a scarce gold glow, these feelings catapult into beautiful language- ambiguous poetry.

In our cold days, though, we grieve what is gold.