Born an outsider,
Always alone,
Frostbitten,
Frozen to the bone
Wiping frosty breath,
Off cold glass windows,
Longing for the crackling fire,
The warm ember glows
Seeking warmth,
Finding frost
Always stumbling,
Always lost
Invisible to the fold,
Watching, yearning,
Burning in the cold
© Pragya Thakur
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This is a LOVELY poem Prags!