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by Em Sep 24, 2017
The wind whispers my full name
as I feel icicles on my fingers
it kisses my rosy cheeks
I'm positive I heard your voice
calling me over the breeze
as your warm lips kiss my forehead
your manly hands hold my feeble ones
but my mind is playing tricks
you've been gone years now
though these storms still delude me
in bittersweet memories of you
just love this piece
by Ben Pickard
This has a very tangible chill to it, Em. Made me cold reading.
I adore the poetic idea of whispering winds!
by Lyical Madness
Beautifully sad x
by S s...
Sad, beautiful poem
Thank you both
by Milly Hayward