Norway Four - Iii
A thousand words could decorate
Each mile that separates us,
And a thousand more could never
Replicate the world you make for me.
I’ll always offer more than words,
So you will always be aware
That I love the very bones of you;
I love their white ferocious snow.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2018
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