Winters Pain Poem by cindy hawkins

Winters Pain



'Twas midnight on this desolate winters eve
Trails of frost hung on the withered branches
whispers of the moon promised to torture my desolate heart
Twilight shadows danced a rhythmatic pain
and tortured my soul, thoughts swirling around the mist
A silent teardrop cascades frozen on the shimmer of hope

Thursday, May 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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