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THIS WINTER

December 14, 2015
By Anonymous

As the crisped cold air touches my lips,

I wonder about us. I sit here thinking of your

loving touch, and your delicate eyes as they gaze upon me.

 

This winter I wish I never left

for this my favorite time of the year 

And the girl I hold so dear to my heart

Is no longer hear. 

 

I do miss you.


The author's comments:

I was sitting on a bench this year in December, and started to think about my first love. 


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