WinterA Poem by Leslie Philibertas I think of itAs If the silence is frozen And the first houses at far Have lost their voices Only the black calls of crows lift from flat water As If I had slept Under the snow And lost all time The air is heavy White with orphans, Blind and cold As I hear my footsteps On ice that breaks like a carpet As If I am being followed.
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Added on July 13, 2014Last Updated on July 13, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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