ColdA Poem by ashwWearily I rest my head upon your offered
shoulder, Always there to shelter me from the fears
that make me colder. Just as the darkness closes in,
persuading me “come hither”, There you are to rescue me, just before
the shiver. © 2013 ashw |
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Added on April 12, 2013 Last Updated on April 12, 2013 Author
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