Way Out In The Cold ~ Fiction Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Way Out In The Cold ~ Fiction
My treasure left me
'way out in the cold'.
It was far far worse
than losing my gold.
I once fell in love with
his charm and allure.
He always set my heart
in a whirl, until the day
we met in the rain...
and still I recall his
'goodbye' refrain,
the words told me all.
Rain fell like snow in
the Fall...lost were my
ingots of gold ~ when
my treasure left me
'way out in the cold'.
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