Has the coldest end."
Said from the first drop of grain
In an hourglass full of sand.
Fogged mirrors in a room,
And the bed with no covers,
Soaking wet brows, and red panting bodies
As the winter blew through open windows.
And explains, now
Clear reflections from the
Icy moisture-glazed eyes
Goosebumps and shivering body
While the heat wave should be drowning.