It's A Cold Night Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

It's A Cold Night



whispering the story of your boots
torn and worn that walked too many sights
with feet splintered and soles that licked
sagacious years now ablaze in
a burning burning mind

I wish I had the lips made of cloud
to kiss the trails of all years gone by

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