Dead of Winter,
Snow covered roof,
And icicles dangle.....
And I am a shadow in the dark
on this cold January morning.
My pupils still large,
from last nights trip.
And I search for anything
unordinary and get closer
sidewalk...the drive....window...
The little C house opens up
and lets me in
to the Angel hiding within.
-----A little sucky poem from me.--------------------------
White Blotter and Egyptian Paper
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