Martas poems: Its cold

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Its cold

E verything has turned the color of steel leaves are gone the trees grow thin Cold air touches my skin. It brings me memories from long ago faded visions of days gone by when freeing my mind I touched the sky Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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