The bitterness of winter chill
Clings to the windows pane
As I sit and ponder many thought
Of an existence lived in vain.
The barren plane of winters white
An ocean full of void
Carries forth on deafened ears
The words that go untold.
So, do not sing the songs of winters past
In its joyous jubilee
Or sing to me of magic
Gathered round an evergreen.
The listless bite of frozen hell
Extends the minds demise
For as I stare off once again
In my wonderland of blight.
Antony King 2018
Wonderful! Really enjoy the twist on the traditional “wonderland”
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Thank you, Kayla, I so appreciate it.
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Your words drip sadness…dark and lovely writing.
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Thank you Kaddie…
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Thank you so very much Kaddie. I so appreciate it.
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