Icey FIngers
Date: Wednesday, 4th December 2013 @ 02:23:43 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: shelby
Here she comes
Strolling in the streets
Whispering in the tree’s
Dancing in the eves.
You feel her,
As she reaches her iced fingers out
Smothering the fall
Wisping away the rest of the golden leaves
Breathing out white crystal frost.
She comes in the night
Sneaking in the shadows
Dancing with the fog
And you feel here
Deep,deep in your bones
Shivering, you try to wave her cold grip away
But she has you,
She has arrived.
Hello Ms Winter
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