Poetry of 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Day 356
Winter Solace
As the temperature drops,
and the ice forms on the lake,
hold me so the only warmth
I need is from your body.
As the winds howl and rage,
and oak trees are blown over,
caress my hair so the fear
becomes a distant memory.
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