A body of bluest shadows
Tainted with frosbitten doubt
A stinging
A burning
Twisted vines of hope
Confuse the state of being
Of sorrow
Of yearning
Pain of the limbs
And hope of the mind
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
A body of bluest shadows
Tainted with frosbitten doubt
A stinging
A burning
Twisted vines of hope
Confuse the state of being
Of sorrow
Of yearning
Pain of the limbs
And hope of the mind
Request permission to use this poem