Winter WhiteA Poem by SherryWinter Deep Winter deep, I've waded in the mountain
streams,
For they'll never touch me, Yet still I wade the mountain streams, And walk barefoot in the snow. With nowhere else I'd rather go.
No cares in this world of white, I rest my hand on ice silk fur, She pads beside me, green eyes bright.
Together we wade the mountain streams, I walk barefoot in the snow, In a world of shadow and dreams, Stars above and our graves below.
No, they'll never touch us, No one touch can reach us, Nothing can make us cold, Not since that day when love betrayed us, And we learned what it meant to have and not hold.
Now no one can hold us, © 2022 SherryFeatured Review
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