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Chill brisk winter wind
whipping through my soul.
Where has all the warmth gone
that I once longed to know
Why is it so empty, echoing
Where are the embers of a fire
to tell stories once and again
different and dreaming
heroic and romantic
where alas
did my spark for life go?
whipping through my soul.
Where has all the warmth gone
that I once longed to know
Why is it so empty, echoing
Where are the embers of a fire
to tell stories once and again
different and dreaming
heroic and romantic
where alas
did my spark for life go?
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A poem of feelings that whip through me right now.
Just a momentary gust.
Just a momentary gust.
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a feeling of sudden death... this poem has a personal feeling to it that i'm well associated to... i love it!!! good job...