Lay in the snow with me, forgetting everything
You will not feel the cold, for our burning desires will keep us warm
And if it rains I shall be your cover, taking every possible form
To protect its needles from absolute beauty and radiance transcending
Walk with me into the night
If the cold comes nigh I'll prise apart my skin
And wrap it around you smiling
Then you and my skeleton will amble free under the moonlight
Hand in hand we'll skip, walk, run and fly
Carried away by the night's breeze
Into the starry evening sky
Where all is in slumber and at ease
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
