A Hard Winter Snow

Who is there lost in a hard winter snow
Wrapped in images and visions pressed between the deepest glass
What sun could ever pierce
A storm so gone and fierce
Feeling a thousand degrees below
Shadows, promises divisions rest unseen have come to pass
To run but never find
Just lost beside the blind
Puzzle pieces humming horror within a static night
Wrapped in coats of no tomorrow breaking into daylight
Burning up thousand degrees below
Who is there, lost in a hard winter snow . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-28 at 03:08

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