The Freeze
A weak sun struggles to break through the clouds An icy grip holds tight unwilling to let go …hours pass the temperature rises and the sun attempts to win …the thaw begins icy fingers gradually release and crash to the still frozen ground she waits… he hesitates… wanting to let go wanting to begin but… the ice is comforting …her heart breaks Copyright © 2013 Annie – Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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