it's just another february day.
the roads are still glazed
with jagged ice,
and the cold still bites at the heels
of misery's soulful disciples.
however, just for a moment,
when my gaze fell upon him
he was flower shops
and love notes,
silver chains with ruby pendants,
and velvet boxes of
sweets and chocolate;
he is simply breathtaking.
suddenly every lonesome clique
was a little more tolerable.
a little more beautiful.
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clarity poems
Poetryjust my collection of poems. i didn't know what to do with them so i decided to publish.
