Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections
I stare out the window for so long I forget myself
I hold out my hand to catch a snowflake
And my fist closes around the icy air
~fROZEN...
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27