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The wind filled with touches of warmth
Promising flowers and light champagne
Thought branches glowing budding intimations
What was Spring, if not the memory of some dream
We shared once when now was long ago
Picture frames bursting with the color of laughter and blood
Time to hold on, to let go
Take a walk outside
Draw another breath inside of yourself
Hold who you wish or will
For all we know,
Winter is over
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-03-14 at 02:33
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Winter Was
Winter was overThe wind filled with touches of warmth
Promising flowers and light champagne
Thought branches glowing budding intimations
What was Spring, if not the memory of some dream
We shared once when now was long ago
Picture frames bursting with the color of laughter and blood
Time to hold on, to let go
Take a walk outside
Draw another breath inside of yourself
Hold who you wish or will
For all we know,
Winter is over
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 428 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-03-14 at 02:33
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