Sunday, 28 December 2014

November



Deepest mornings icy spiteful
Turn my winter warmers cold
Departing days down on my knees
Hinting everything is old

Creaky songs for croaky voices
Where memories recall
Giving romance to the icicles
Teardrops writing on the wall

Looking back on better days
Dreaming untold stories new
A sense of fertile vagueness
To rekindle my construe


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