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Lasting Through Cold Times

Cherish and Behold

My wintertime love is listening,
hold me close to your ear.
Winds blowing cold this season
you holding me near.

Drums beating cadence in silence,
my heart reaching out for your touch.
Ice falling from clear skies,
you erasing my fear.

Dance with me on thin ventures,
my beautiful bride we are one.
Tide drawing so quickly away,
you chasing our tears.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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