Mourning Winter
Frosted window panes
chilled in the biting cold.
Stillness in two ice-kissed lips
pale like the winter snow.
Heavy isolated darkness
punished raw in truth foretold.
Surrounded by the silence,
"She's really dead..."
"I know..."
Copyright © Nicole Like | Year Posted 2020
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