Lost in winter
And its winter! ! ! Soft touch! !
Sensation in thoughts
Pushed corners of Yesterday
Whisper of morning dew calling..
Drift slipping inside with chill
Extended heart stretching
An unperformed history
Blame is not there,
Yet claim is still alive as kid
Like a dying fire
A story of unnoticed innocence
In the wind of material world
No loss either side, no lack of existence
Just a chance to feel loved was lost
Was lost………..
Good...keep writing. I invite you to read some mine as well. I'm still new to the site myself. Keep up the good wk!
Very nice poem.....pictures of a dark winter were painted in my mind. And yet they were very soothing.
Welcome, I am excited for you. The piece flows effortlessly and its visual available. Pen is the paint brush to the poet; please keep writing....its fun enjoy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drift slipping inside with chill Extended heart stretching An unperformed history------poetic prudence in perfection.10/10