Seasonal PassA Poem by wolfie
Through every season,
it was only winter the bridge met. Winter, as cruel and disheartening, was the only one who could hold me as he does. The only one whose touch could burn my skin, yet chill me to my blood. Who could grant me both a present in snowflakes, yet just about kill me in blizzards and avalanches. Yet, before the season could change, he'd pour me a cup of hot chocolate that contrasts his pale complexion. While he did so, like a vanishing spirit, he disappeared into the horizon white and pine. All I am left with are rosy cheeks and chapped lips, until next winter.
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Added on May 31, 2018 Last Updated on May 31, 2018 AuthorwolfieTXAboutHello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..Writing
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