This winter is my solitude
The cold wind blows my mind
Dead leaves shed my worries
Through the frozen ice of my kind.
The warmth of another person
Pumps my frozen veins.
Words are sheets of ice
My blanket yet unfurled.
Copyright �Julie Holmes
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| Winter This winter is my solitude The cold wind blows my mind Dead leaves shed my worries Through the frozen ice of my kind. The warmth of another person Pumps my frozen veins. Words are sheets of ice My blanket yet unfurled. Copyright �Julie Holmes |
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