Frigid arctic winds howling in moans
chilling the fiber of my being to the bones
my forward progress impeded to but a crawl
my concerns are great I may not make it at all
my body does now ache in breathless groans
Author notes
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Comments
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First off, the punctuation just robs this piece of flow - too many unnecessary commas!
Nice work, though! And good luck
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Look into my eyes darling, and hold my hand,
for together we can make it in the storm.
One step at a time, forward we will go
making it safely back home.
Love your poem and felt the cold, darling.
Joann
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Thank you my little kitten, you have such a beautiful mind love.
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