Winter's Approach
Isolated. A white dessert. Hallowed peace.
That's my idea of winter.
Cold and wet. Red noses
Sneezing silently. Glaring in the emptyness 'till your eyes are dry. Tears then feel so painful...
The rest of our lives is lost in humidity's mist.
When did all start to feel so lonely?
I woke up inside the warmth of my blankets
The bedroom is still cold though.
How could he not want to even ask me how do I feel about it all? If: Is there any love left in my heart to give to someone else? Or: What is my life like right now?
Why do I think of all these?
When do I find peace?
-Pete M. Yangin
for: Lonely Dawn
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