Deathly cold
Blue sky, blinding snow.
A lovely orchid withered
Left out in the cold.
Cielo azul, nieve cegadora.
Una orquídea preciosa se marchitó
Cuando la dejaron a la intemperie.
Heh. This is the closest I’ve been to a poem about teenage angst and what I remember of the nightmare of my teens.
A lovely orchid withered
Left out in the cold.
Cielo azul, nieve cegadora.
Una orquídea preciosa se marchitó
Cuando la dejaron a la intemperie.
Heh. This is the closest I’ve been to a poem about teenage angst and what I remember of the nightmare of my teens.