Posted in Mask Off, Poetry

Winter is here

winter brushed up against me today…

without my permission

it stuck it’s tongue between my lips


As quickly as he came

he took my warmth

then left me cold


shivering empty handed

staring at the sun squinting

no longer feeling it’s warmth


but i was born in spring



The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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