above GroundA Poem by Alfred Kukitzas oppose to below
above ground
polar cold of silence frozen still air i move in old man winter’s breeze icy words fall into sunshine’s bowl i can hear her warm charm coming alas i will be above ground to see it all. © 2018 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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