Winterscore ©
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
My heart is not in it
My heart is not in it
It's escaped to the cold
Warm words and warm wishes
Seem meaningless and old
It's preserving itself
A tulip bulb hiding
Wanting to bloom again
If weather abiding
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