the witch of winter
she cries out to me
come stroll in my white softness, she says
i am your cure
for all the world's heartache
will be no more
her cold fingers trace my tear tracks
so delicate yet sharp
come with me, she says
to the allure winter holds
her voice singing in the wind
so graceful and pure
the witch of winter
has now left me cold and alone
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Poetrya collection of poems about love, nature and every emotion from the heart. I'm always thinking so poems are my place to let it out <3 updating with new poems as regularly as possible!
