Snowy Poem by John Kings

Snowy



Heaven away, earth a home, she closed her eyes to tell me a story, stories that wreaked my head, tales of the night, when the stars were hungry to shine, as cold like the moon, I was frozen in the mist of the cheerful harmattan.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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