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Early Winter
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Early Winter |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I remember what it felt To see winter fall; How the snow would stay As long as my legs Would lye beneath it. How my curls would Frost like tips of ice, And I could feel it. Feel the cold reign Beneath my jacket, Beneath my breath, Sitting against itÕs left breast, I remember what it felt like to have a home, A lawn without horizon, Without parallels of decision, I remember it. I remember the cold, The niceness of 10 degrees Hollowing at my ankles, Turning my nose so red, I felt my skin become jealous. I remember my mother; Her long blonde locks, Like leaves brushing against the autumn wind, Her skin still blush, Still in love, With a boy that stood in front of her, Still her son, But, now, I see winter, And wonder when it will be over. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
the season either sparks or numbs the mind ... thoughts either in or out of memory ~ enjoyed your thoughts |
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