Out of the Dark WoodsA Poem by A.A.Romanczuk
You caught me in the selva oscura of thought
As Winter began to paint the streets depressed
Grey and ash white- You took the frozen crux of me
And brought it to the fire of your exquisite kindness
My inner eyes fluttered open wide as if seeing
The very first dawn, I took your shapely hand in mine
And placed a gentle blossom of confidence in it
Our souls smiled at each other and embraced
Pulling us down the road of unknown endings.
© 2012 A.A.RomanczukFeatured Review
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Added on March 1, 2012Last Updated on March 1, 2012 AuthorA.A.RomanczukNJAbout“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde Feel free to check out my first publis.. more..Writing
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