wind down
unspoken thoughts
hammering coldness
in traveler's bones.
.
the waves of pain
melt firmly
in my flesh
.
sleepy light steals looks
on a snowcovered paveway
and that does haunt a small me.
.
when the snowflakes stick together
and knit the world with dangerous
net, a stalking ghost
slams a door shut
against an old tomb.
hyde park poetry palace thursdy poets rally week 80 (Feb 4 -Feb 17, 2015)
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