Christmas Morn (Claire Nixon Poems)
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
What have I became in this false fantasy? Thriving on something sweet, submerging into another world. Without it I tumble ...
I've held you all these years, supporting you through all. I plead for your hand just this once, then I ...
I discover myself misplaced winding through everlasting paths. I don't belong at this point. Yet, I yearn to feel, taste ...
Listen. thud-thud Can you hear it? thud-thud It's the beat of my heart. thud-thud I shall live on. thud-thud My ...
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