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This Cold WInd
This is a truly old poem that I was reading over and thought I'd share.
This cold wind
Surrounds my brittle bones
Tired wings
Can’t carry all the weight alone
A memory of the sun
Is all I have left in my mind’s eye
This cold and tired orb
Doesn’t warm me with its fire
Fire burnt so low
Like spirits dancing in the wind
The flame can lick your hand
And never burn your skin
Winter's freeze
Is promised on the wind
Oh the wind
This cold wind
This cold wind
Surrounds my brittle bones
Tired wings
Can’t carry all the weight alone
A memory of the sun
Is all I have left in my mind’s eye
This cold and tired orb
Doesn’t warm me with its fire
Fire burnt so low
Like spirits dancing in the wind
The flame can lick your hand
And never burn your skin
Winter's freeze
Is promised on the wind
Oh the wind
This cold wind
Published 19th Aug 2015
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19th Aug 2015 12:09pm
Flame can lick your hand and never burn your skin....
Wow, pretty pretty pretty pretty 🌹
Its, early, late. Wish i were capable of something more worthy to say. Great ink John dear 🚬
Wow, pretty pretty pretty pretty 🌹
Its, early, late. Wish i were capable of something more worthy to say. Great ink John dear 🚬
19th Aug 2015 12:11pm
19th Aug 2015 12:36pm
Thanks for the comments. I'm glad you liked it. Two souls needing sun? That may be so, mine is pretty cold sometimes.
19th Aug 2015 1:49pm
