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Winter
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My Works
Cold Winds
Icy Breaths
Warm Fire
Hot Cider
Warms every part of me
Walking down the street
Dead silence
It follows me
There seems to be
no life
no sound
no souls
Every color in the world seems to have been drained
And everything is dragged out
Soon the cold winds turn to frost
Finding myself sitting in by the fireplace
Sipping a glass of hot chocolate
its sweetness warming me inside
hoping soon all the coldness will go away
you being so far away
makes me want you more and more every day
In this season of despair
I need your comfort to keep me warm
your poetry has this unique discriptive quality that hides the meanings behing the words without letting the reader know what you are thinking, but under close observation, one can easily see that there is something much more in your words than just beautiful decriptions.