Invierno
Stuck in winter,
In Cold,
In Death.
The leafless trees
Speak to me,
The wind whistles
A tune in my ear.
Alone in this suffering,
Waiting for someone to
Save me from
My December.
Copyright © Brittaney Clipson | Year Posted 2007
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