In the Coldness of Time
In The Coldness of Time
The cold silence
has frozen our resolve;
depression hangs
like a bleeding icicle;
trying times test our love supreme.
While we wait,
time continues its task;
and life lingers on.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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