His clothes were soaked wet from cold.
His dirty curls were covered with white snow
And as he walked, a cold wind blew,
Like chisel upon his red cheeks
Beside him, were dancing children
They played with snow, teased him and did run
And he laughed…
His smile, radiant like sun
Around him, was warmth
Soothing everyone who came by
His touch was a furry blanket
But, inside him was a perennial fire.