Winter's grasp is harsh
Days are clouded in darkness
Nights covered by frosty moonlight
Everyone hiding from the cold
No warm arms to hold
The air in my lungs
Sharp as knives
When pushed out
Forming a tiny cloud
Tears are welling up
But they do not fall
They can not run down my face
As there is no warmth upon to call
Frozen in place
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Mindgames
PoetryRandom poems with random topics, about feelings. I wrote another collection of poems (Color of life) and I liked writing it as it cleared my mind. With this book I will continue to do so. All reads, votes and comments are truly appreciated!
