Warmth with November
Hopefully, snow of December,
Won't shine a sheen
Blinding gleam,
Inhibiting my vision, of you more
For it's crazy,
As you're waving arms
To and fro
The others seem to drug me so
As I walk right past,
Only to think of your name at a later time
I do wish to see
The ones, I too, love to be with
The Ones, I'll Love Forever
T. Plotz
Gleam
28 November 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely poem, Thomas... a full 10++++