Cold World
Cold World
Blizzards pass, storms ensue,
Snowy paths, guide my view.
Where roaring winds are in pursuit,
my heart is where hope is imbued.
Laying the bedding, in earth’s full view,
I hunker down, and slumber ensues.
Where hope is, I am in pursuit,
For this cruel world is in need of review.
Copyright © Samantha Lim | Year Posted 2014
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