Icicled tears of frost bitten pain
The gentle years have passed me by
Enchanted memories with windswept fury
A chill now sits upon past warmth
Merriment is viewed through windows’ pane
Never has a way of sticking around too long
Hands clasped in firm regard,
Once opened to receive
Time ravaged hope engages futility
Entranced I stare through windows, pain
Love seems a gift always under someone else’s tree.
- J.G.Smith (12/29/05)
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