I can still feel love's fatal touch,
Haunted by premonitions of that barren wasteland clad in white...
Her brown eyes reddening, pregnant with pain, birthing tears, trails Of moisture in their wake.
Dreary winds of regret chilling my bare flesh, both feet in the snow so That my core follows.
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Into The Void Out To Light
PoetryLost in darkness, bare an alone, "Into The Void Out To The Light" transverses emotional stages denoting spiritual growth. Dive deep into these introspective poems and take a walk into the darkness out to the light.
