Winter,
_the decaying of life_
Light;
_sheer and lustrous_
that's how your eyes glisten on the first fall of snow
Cold is the night as it nestled on the nook of my neck; a familiarity
though, a sun-warmed skin mended the aching cold.
You were all what is left; a hope I keep when I wonder if there is a place for us among the ruins.
Hope;
_an anticipation._
You:
_the gift of winter._
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
Winter,
_the decaying of life_
Light;
_sheer and lustrous_
that's how your eyes glisten on the first fall of snow
Cold is the night as it nestled on the nook of my neck; a familiarity
though, a sun-warmed skin mended the aching cold.
You were all what is left; a hope I keep when I wonder if there is a place for us among the ruins.
Hope;
_an anticipation._
You:
_the gift of winter._
