Monday, January 15, 2024

To Her Door

 






Cold and barren 

Winter arrives 

I walk in silence 

On a snowy night 

Strong winds

Stormy skies 

The warmth of my breath 

And the temperature collide 

But I stay the course

 the frigid white 

Guided by a faint moon light 

To her door almost in sight

I arrive to love my baby tonight

T.C



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