The winds of loneliness
blow through my soul.
Like the cold swirling winds of autumn
blowing through a grove of trees.
Stripping away all the leaves
from its branches
and leaving in its wake
only the bare skeletal remains
to wait, once again,
for the warmth of spring.
As do I await the return of Love.
Mkt
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
The winds of loneliness
blow through my soul.
Like the cold swirling winds of autumn
blowing through a grove of trees.
Stripping away all the leaves
from its branches
and leaving in its wake
only the bare skeletal remains
to wait, once again,
for the warmth of spring.
As do I await the return of Love.
Mkt
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