Winter Slips MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Walking though milk of wonders

Sinking in tears of coldness

Watching trees shimmer with the wind.



The milk soaks my skin

The wind whips at my neck

The tears fly about me

My hands shiver cold.



Love blows by me

Not quite gripping

For it slips through

My icy fingers.





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