the fall breeze gave me chills as I sat upon a log in the wilderness
wolves, howling as the sky fell and the darkness spread throw-out the land
the leaves have already fallen from the tree tops leavening the branched bare
the seasons transitioning from fall to winter
the cold was nearly unbearable
I can see my breath as the fog frolics out of my shivering mouth
I wish he was here, here with me, warming my shaking body, but there was no hope
time was lost forever...
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bubbles
Poesíathis is basically a whole bunch of poems and some little stories but I have some great poems and some lesser ones and I mixed them up so if you give up half way through you will never know what you may be missing out on
