Warm winter Morn

bluejourneyman
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edited November 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Frost covers the ground

I am still warm

Her passion melts the cold

The geese fly skimming the ice

Arms rapped tightly, we share

The morning sunrise.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
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Grand Rapids 2006

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