Sadness
When a strong wind from winters past,
Blew through his memory it cast,
Forlorn feelings of icy blast.
His heart felt frozen hard and fast.
From sturdy stock he was amassed.
Another storm he must out last.
Embers of love, his inner core,
Melted the sadness that he bore.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2020
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