Pressed nose on winter glass
Frost filled pattern lasts
Lots of little laughs
Traces of Christmas past
Lights reflect in colors bright
Still; does snow lay all night
Warm by fire and candlelight
Here does mom hold them tight
A story long before they sleep
A story given and one they keep
where the world is as it seems
and tomorrow is close as a dream
(November 28th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
