The last I know: the end is the beginning of something else.
Different, not svelte, unimaginable now to feel. The snowfall
Covers me. I’m a snowman without coals for eyes, without
A carrot for a nose, senseless in the white wilderness glow.
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please read free will, his pain our salvation on my list i beg.u are a grea tpoet
I enjoy the way your poems pull me in, capture me....delighted.