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Cold

The wind is whistling
Right outside the window
So cold, so alone
I wonder where the sky
Hides away the sun

You're sitting by me
Telling me I ought to write
I ought to make you see
The colors of the wind
Only revealed to me

Tell me, oh wise one
Where do yesterdays go
When the weatherman
Tells me
It's going to snow?

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Prompt: 6- Emptiness is the feeling of wanting yourself to feel when it won't let you.

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  • jacbgd2 gold member
    December 10, 2008

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    A true master piece!!!!!!!!!!  Needless to say, I love your work, your style, your messages, etc. Thank you for sharing all this with us..... Out of "applaud"; sorry I have paid for as many as I can. Please believe me when I say this one deserves at lease 5!!!!


  • Hikari Lady
    December 9, 2008

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    Ah, I like your last stanza. It got a very powerful meaning to it. Though I'd have prefered this read to be longer so it can be enjoyed for a longer time period I found it deep. Thanks for sharing this and best of luck!

    ~Noor