Death At Winter
I bares my bosom to
the open wind.
caressing and kissing
enternal peace to
what only heart can
feel.
I have stayed too
long
on this night of dead
winter.
Muttered lips gives
birth to words from
frozen and senile
thoughts.
No farewell,
thankless,i departed
as my heart sleeps
with the ice and
snow
flakes.
what is left of me?
The silver tears of
my
angelic wife,such
golden goddess.
And the wail of
cherubic kids.
With my fore i now lie.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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