Pandora's Box
The snow, in its silent wonder, Brushes my face and whispers your name. Like feathers, without a sound, touching the ground. Your touch, has brought light, has made a change. In this desolate heart of ice, You have touched, to bring global warming. Yet, I taste the wind and on distant horizons, I hear thunder, a warning of storming. I feel your touch brush across my mind, Looking for your face around ever corner. Causing a hunger, I can't believe, Bringing a feel of lonely, to the heart of this loner. You have made a connection to my soul, Opened a door, I have always kept lock. Made me feel needs I thought was lost, You and I, have truly opened Pandora's Box. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 04:26 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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