In The Chill Of The Night
Under the blazing Summer sun, we sizzled-|
As Fireworks, on the Fourth of July-
But by Fall with the turning of the leaves-
I could see indifference in your blue eyes...
Holding on to you, e'er so tightly-
All through Autumns burnished russet glow-
'Twas desperate to keep you as mine only-
For, i could not bear to e'er let you go...
But here we are in the icy chill of Winter-
Beneath Winter snows-
Lying and dying from hypothermia-
With a love, that no longer grows...
There was so much I wanted to say-
Back in the day, when our melodic love did sing-
But somehow, the harmonious words never returned-
Alas, 'tis the death of us, come the Spring...
Beneath Winter Snows
Host: William Lamesbull
By Theodora Onken
© 2017 Theodora Onken
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