winter
in time,
I learned to hug the hollow,
to nurture my soul and let it swallow the darkness that lingers,
to find my way,
to heal the emptiness,
day by day.
- live with it
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4 seasons of me
PoesíaOthers 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...
day by day.
winter
in time,
I learned to hug the hollow,
to nurture my soul and let it swallow the darkness that lingers,
to find my way,
to heal the emptiness,
day by day.
- live with it
