It creeps across the lake and windows
Feasting on our fingers and toes
Hurriedly it goes
It takes a firm hold on the warmless bodies
That shiver and quake amongst each other
Hoping to see the breath of summer
But summer is not for a while
And spring is not the current style
So they lay there shivering
Forever sleeping then awaking
They look onwards towards tomorrow
Thinking only of their sorrow
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Lemons and Limes
RandomPoems that are sweet or sour. Once I reach 100 poems, I will be done with this album. Follow along in the count, read my poems to experience first hand a poet's improvement, or just read some poems for your enjoyment. As I always say, "Enjoy!"
