Waters GrayA Poem by ChaseI'm on the lake. Its cold.
The waves do tear across the lake as
wind does whip behind, enveloping the mass of all in its path; cutting through the warmth of clothes and skin as if neither had a home upon my flesh. Winter's on the way. © 2015 ChaseReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 24, 2015 Last Updated on October 24, 2015 Tags: Winter, wind, water, season change, frozen hands AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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