It Was Winter When It Rained Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso
It Was Winter When It Rained
Every drop like an icicle
Falling on my nakedness
Stabbing soft skin
I'm left with scars
I don't know will ever
Get to up and leave
Every drop like an icicle Falling on my nakedness Stabbing soft skin.. beautiful, full of feelings, conveying your pain and feelings. tony
the time stabs continuously but no scope to leave it or to live without it!
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4/23/2024 1:07:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A concise and insightful verse. A beautiful work of art............... Thanks for sharing, Angela.