A Memory Of A....

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.

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