Snowman

Snowman - Kashmir

3 am and 7 blocks away

We can see him sigh

And feel I'm sway

Speaking out

His frozen

Sympathy

Penning down a sense he

Doesn't feel

Stroke his cheek

The man is made of snow

Plain to see

His eyes are merely holes

Reaching out impatient

For the goal

Melt my friend

A warm wind

Is going to blow