Winter became more than whispers from the white tipped leaves, as the coldness from the metal imobilised his hands. I watch his body stiffen as an icey gale attacks and condems, like an unjust judge. I see through his eyes that his pain runs deeper and more painfull than the elements. And like these dark clouds, he fills, and like his love he weeps. O' how his tears pierce a hole in my heart. And I know i'll miss my old friend.
Smith Shine Poetry 
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Don’t forget to apply to the International Writers Workshop in Iowa City. It is run by a poet Christopher Merrill.
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Fünf Jahreszeiten
Frühlingszeit, bunte Zeit
Sommerzeit, grüne Zeit
Herbstzeit, graue Zeit
Winterzeit, weiße Zeit
Ich, ich hatte keine Zeit
thank you for your interest👍
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Ma lo porterai sempre nel cuore il tuo vecchio amico!
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I really love this. It flowed easily and is a beautiful message. One thing. It should be ‘weep’.👍🏻
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Good personification. Well expressed!
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Thank Dee 😊
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Poetry is soothing in these days of fear of the unknown.
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It really is. The sun will once again shine.
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Reblogged this on Disablities & Mental Health Issues.
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Beautifully expressed…
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Thank you my friend. stay safe
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