On a cold windy night, under the thickest blanket layered on her, she still shivers from the draft wind.
Maybe the chill has set into her bones for nothing seems to warm her frigid arms. She dreams of warm hearth and hopes maybe those dreams would thaw and keep away the cold until the next morning where she'd be able to keep herself busy enough to ignore the frost circling around her soul.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoesíaSometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
