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December 21st
Winter solstice
shortest day of the year
when night
comes too soon
but only
in the skies
because
the shortest days
in my mind
are when
I'm near
the one
my summer heart
beats for.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. โค๏ธ
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Summer heart ๐
Omgggg, that is sooo true! Those kinda days are always the shortest. Loved your poem!
made me smile :)