Winters Grasp
Winters grasp crippled the fingers,
encased this mind in an icy block,
a season that continues to linger.
Through all, heart beat like wings of a migrating flock
constantly surging thoughts of a love
that kept me from a cold dark fate.
As this world around warms for the dove
my mind slowly begins to dilate.
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2014
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