How like the wind in winter
Icy knives to open the spine
~ Stem to stern, and every splinter
Between. The sun weakly shines
Low in the heavens, and Earth
Lying Back -- too close to his star
Longing for summer's wider berth
ELAshley
020101.100000.6
Unable to revise to my satisfaction, and deemed perfect on:
042001.122406.6
..::Original Comment::..
I enjoyed your poetry. You are quite talented. God Bless TLife
Posted by WishingforAntioch on 01/25/2006 03:14:09 PM
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