For wistful days, and poignant crusades

For wistful days, and poignant crusades

A Poem by poetictori
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When depression hits.

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Sometimes the air seems piercingly crisp

As if it’s frozen in time

And I search for the right ruling to follow,

In repositioning

Or keeping utterly composed

All of the while, my lips are turning blue

On these capricious occasions,

My heart seems to harmonize

With the coloration of the feature,

Which lies languidly atop my chin

© 2016 poetictori


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Added on August 8, 2016
Last Updated on September 26, 2016
Tags: Cold, Frozen, Heart, Blue, Depression

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poetictori
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I use this site as a safe place for some of my poetry. I've had mishaps countless times with accidently throwing my handwritten poetry away. At the same time, I might as well share some of it...but ba.. more..

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