Lost out in the night,
I wandered while the fog thickened,
Tearing away my sense of identity,
Then snowflakes started to fall,
And the moonlight shone through the darkness,
Bringing with it a new sense of warmth
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Wistful Winter
Poetry1st collection of what I'm calling "Seasons Project" I was going to try to write enough poems to post 1 a day, for a year. I only managed to do a fourth of that before catching another case of long-term writer's block. I have decided that it is bett...
