Friday, March 18, 2011

Trav: Another Poem:

Yo ok so I miscopied the second one, that is about a night of drinking and talking with a friend, the one about Poppa, is here:

COLD:

Biting cold and frozen ground

The windchill cuts

as it erases images from my head.

I'm left alone with my dreams

I wander amongst thoughts,

Imagining impossibilities.


Trav

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