Purely Poetry: The Kiss

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

THE KISS

Wind sweeps over the lonely hill rushing through barren branches - so cold, it freezes drops of moisture left by the early morning rain still clinging to the tips of branches She could almost feel the chill as she looked out at the tree they stood under just a moment ago or so it seemed to her... Sign in to see full entry.

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