Where Love Became So
Angels fluff the bitter snow;
the frozen lake was a river’s know,
that run rapids in season warmer flow.
for now, Angels fluff the bitter snow,
at where I met her love in winter; as weather go.
that she’s a flaming redhead,
the warmer lust is much the blow.
Copyright © David Maxoptimism | Year Posted 2023
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