Cold Morning - Poem
Biting cold seeps through to bones,
Shattering hopes of comfort.
Battering the soul to a crushing death,
A hundred times over.
Multitudes of inner trickery,
Lay down the path to finality.
Memories of the future,
Keeps the sad waiting for the delightful days.
@originalworks
Nice lines do you write it yourself.
Yes, I do and thank you!
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Thank you.