In lonely times I crave warmth,
so badly, but alas; I am alone
It is that same warmth that I feel when a hug is just a little longer, or when someone says: this reminded me of you
Alas; the cold is everywhere and I cannot fight it on my own
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Not even five score years ago,
A man spoke of a sweltering summer, as he pleaded for the invigorating autumn to come.
But it's still warm, and the heat sticks around, festers like a wound in all that was cool before, thick and hot.
But we must keep our heads cool, for autumn will only come if we all stand for it.
[Not yet free]
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
