A Silver Sixpence
...On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the stop sign I could see ...
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Categories:
nogg, christmas, christmas, night, grandparents,
Form: Prose Poetry
Winter Season (My Secret Sin)
...I've come so far
Grasping nothing more that memories of a fading star
In Search of a sanctuary other than a bar
A place where I can lay my head
Somewhere to I can rest my deepest thoughts
And s...
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Categories:
nogg, life, peace, seasons, song-time,
Form: Free verse