winter
winter's chill wraps around me,
a small blanket of loneliness.
the snowflakes fall, softly and cold,
whispering tales of needs untold.
In the quiet of the night,
stars gleam with a distant light.
The moon reflects my silent sighs,
a silver mirror to my eyes.
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4 seasons of me
PoetryOthers write only the good, others only the bad...this is the place for those who felt both. Who loved and hated. A Journey, through a year of my Life. Winter (lonely). Spring (finding). Summer (love). Fall (losing). One year. Four seasons. One...
