A Hundred Poems - L
THE kiss of cold
--ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter's road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I'm told
kissing my footfalls
------------as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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