deep winter
a high pile of logs
by the hearth
deep winter
a high pile of logs
by the hearth
evening chill
we move
a little closer
©
loneliness
the length of the long
distance train
©
asking you to leave
one bruised apple
left in the bowl
©
heavy cloud
we keep our conversation
light
©
charm bracelet
the magic between us
no more
©
daffodil shoots
seeing more
of everyone
©
still single
she feels the weight
of a ringless finger
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