Posted on December 9, 2014
by Elan Mudrow
The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes So many footprints, now Lead…
Category: PoetryTags: Afterlife, Breaking Up, Creative Writing, Forsaken Love, Heartbreak, Love, Love Words, Lyrics, Nature, Nature Spirit Guide, Pain, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Snow, Song, Spirituality, Trust, Winter, Witch, Witchcraft
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