Monday 10 February 2020

Stolen Whispers: A Poem.

Stolen warmth
from whispers in the night
lasts into daybreak showers.

Frozen grounds
melt into wonderland;
I lie beneath willow bowers.

Come as you are to me,
beautifully forlorn
I await your power.

I am sometimes a fool
of your words,
but always I remain, your lover.


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