Frozen
Frosted glass glistens in the morning sun
Birds chirping in a new day
It is here
As the view becomes clear
With the warmth of the rays
I see nothing for which to better myself
Intensely watching the hours go by
Pleading for the darkness to come
Desiring the frost only to conceal me
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2009
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