Tuesday, January 7, 2014


I bit my cold lips which cracked and bled 
Wintry days seemed infinite
Days were long, nights short
Storms aplenty, sun scarce
Howling wind, roaring rain
Love keeps me warm
It is true they say
Winter is here, spring near
Things begin to fall into place
Rain passed, sun is back
Birds are chirping, flowers blooming
Rainbow is here
And at the end sits a pot of glittering gold

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