ColdnessA Poem by journaling_thesp
Sun shining through the clouds
But there is no warmth upon the ground Leaves all wither Leaves all grom But only the needles sting remains To make it through Winter's bite And to save a wandering soul From the cold of night
© 2013 journaling_thespAuthor's Note
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Added on April 25, 2013 Last Updated on April 25, 2013 Authorjournaling_thespAboutWhat can I say? I am an archer who loves to run and lives for contact sports and the arts. Reading is one of my favorite past times along with writing:) Sometimes my brain goes across the wall an.. more..Writing
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