Snow capped hills on the horizon
Begging to be explored
That joyous feeling from childhood
The exhilarating thrill
Fresh powder on my toes
Warm hot cocoa beneath my nose
Little sips to warm the soul
Marshmallow capped and melting
Memories come flooding in
When I see the snow begin.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
