hopes for spring
By moonstar
I see the clouds collecting in your eyes A cold wind blows through me I am surrounded by trees of harsh words There is no shelter in your forest The life around me withers from the winter that you bring So i grab a warmer jacket pull up my hood put on my gloves and brave the storm Because winter is just a season sure to tire and end And then I'll be free to approach spring cold and drenched but unbroken Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 03:13 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"I see the clouds..."