A Memory of A....
No one
knows about her,
Or
where she's gone.
Pale golden flesh.
Quivering lips .
All I could dream for.......
I'm waiting for.... The winds.
To bring....
Snowflakes.... like diamonds.
Sparkly blue,
Like her eyes.....
I'm waiting for the cold breath
Of winter.....
I'm longing for .....the thrill,
Of what,I've lost.
Missing.......
The
Chill.
Giajl © Jim Love