WinterA Poem by Marina N. Lovrić
Through summer,spring and fall ;
winter remains the loneliest of all "I want to show you something." , this morning to me she said ; I guess not only the thunder tomorrow I shall await If you ever meet her don't be afraid of the coldness you see ; freeze in her arms and please ; remind her of me © 2018 Marina N. Lovrić |
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