Cotton Smith

Biography of Cotton Smith

Hi, my name's Cotton Smith. I'm actually only fourteen years old, but that has not stopped my soul from being saved by poetry. I hope you enjoy this and it touches your heart as much as it has mine.

Among these winters,
There is one so endlessly winter,
Only by wintering through it,
Will your heart survive.

Cotton Smith's Works:

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Virgin Sky

I kissed the virgin sky,
I sung to the moon a lullaby,
A summer mourned my lost,
A white frost tossed me to the dead.

Sing to me the song to be sung,
About the moon and the sun,
The way the sky gives up its life,
A long moaning sacrifice,

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