Winter

Winter

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue
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The final blow always hurts..

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Tears fill the rivers up; cold

I’ll drain the holes

hearts fill the lives up; warm

you’ll pull the plug

Why will you do it?

Do you have to kill her sorrow?

A broken limb on a tree

waves to the sad man in the moon

© 2012 Wild Willow Blue


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Wild Willow Blue
All of my poetry comes from the heart.

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Added on May 30, 2012
Last Updated on May 30, 2012
Tags: Cold, Coldhearted, Dead, Dying, Death

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Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue

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I am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..

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