In Its Purity
there's a purity
in this snow
as if drifts
downward
like love
anew
my thoughts
linger in the depths
as this wind
wraps around me
like arms
i pretend
not to notice
its cold touch
as i drift
in the warmth
of you
through dreams
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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