NovPAD Day 8 has Two for Tuesday: 1. paranormal poem and 2. normal poem. The following poem is one type, though I’m not exactly sure which.
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The chill outside
oozes imperceptibly
through window glass,
transcends my view;
I hear it in the cellar
where it whispers
sotto voce;
I sense it in my
fingertips
get numb with hunger
and with frost
beyond myself.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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