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My Winter

In rushes winter At a furious pace Upon arrival Time slows Descending from grace Shrouding blue skies In blankets of grey Dark extends Cold creeps Shall not go away Icy fingers burrow Excavating my being Hollow spirit Light hides No longer seeing Emotionless shivers Inhaled with each breath As if frozen Air stills Yet smelling of death

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 1/13/2018 4:06:00 PM
love the personification of winter Melanie congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 12/15/2017 9:59:00 PM
A sincere congrats on your well-deserved win, Melanie - blessings to you, friend! :-)
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Date: 11/29/2017 3:08:00 AM
Well done on your placement in my contest, Melanie, with this icy piece. Viv x
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Date: 11/26/2017 12:10:00 AM
love this poem...
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Melanie Cox
Date: 11/28/2017 2:09:00 PM
Thank you kindly for the read and taking the time to respond:)