As the breath of winter
whispers in my mind,
and I gather
my wishes close
without leaving
sorrow behind,
I feel I must sink
into the melancholy
of my heart,
for surely a
spell of darkness
won't set me apart
from my hopes
and the promises
that I dream,
for I'll cast an ebony charm
under the moon's
ghostly beam
(to bring myself back)
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
