supppp blogga's!
oh, i figured i know you well enough now to share some rarely-written poetry.
have you ever loved winter? you can relate, if so.
dawn comes silently,
wandering along the horizon like a dying fire.
dusty and worn,
whispering to my sleepless dreams,
comfort.
twisting the handle of my worn out door,
time to welcome the rush,
caressing my face,
the familiar smell of
winter.
hush, now.
he's almost here.
just a whisper, that's all we get
in this life,
"i'm coming home."
♥
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