Treasure Island

Peter Britt


Poems of Peter Britt

1. A Blossoming 10/6/2013
2. To Touch a Muse 10/6/2013

A Blossoming

It is the darkness of winter I loathe. With her apart from me, there can be no light, no warmth, no brightness of day. The clothes of cold hang about me, satisfied that I might feel the fury of another day, piercing deep into my skin. Never giving freedom of pain or regret, it cuts into me. Her face and the sweet scent of spring and autumn alive wi

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