This poem was written by Adrian, 21 years old who lives in Antwerp, Belgium and who is studying fashion. This was written for a good friend, while away on a holiday, escaping the cold Belgian winter for the start of the hot Philippine summer.   - poetheart 08/24/00

Cold snow slid down my back
Hot rays of the sun burn my face
Last you were my winter coat
Now you're just my Ray Ban shades

I have to tear you up, all apart
In two or three
In a t-shirt, a coat or shades
You have to guard me
From the fluctuating weather
For my soul's a hot noon or many rainy days

If only you could be my skin
No need for t-shirts, coats and shades
Weather is like an infatuation
Like my soul, it's just a phase

by Adrian, January, 2000

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