Chill Upon A Soul Poem by Jennifer Batch

Chill Upon A Soul



Dreary, consuming, never ending gray encompassing the essence of our being.
Is that the winter you speak of my friend?
Ah, yes, perhaps that has an influence on the mood.
Alas though my dearest friend, tis a much icier melancholy that chills the soul than the deep gray of winter could ever hold.

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Jennifer Batch

Jennifer Batch

Bowling Green Ohio
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