Tuesday, November 27, 2007

My Pitiful {Poetic?} Nonsense

The moon shines above us all
In the distant
Bright
Brilliant
The wind howls in our ears
Bites at what is not covered by cotton
Draws out a path for all things surrendered
The snow covers all that is green
Lands on our shoulders
Turns us white with frost
I'm here
Conquering the cold
With no one to keep me warm
I see your shadow
Blurry beyond the horizon
Gone, forever more

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