This cold wind
stings eyes while
pinching cheeks red.
Cold wind like death,
a playful devil,
seems to whisper
“did you really think
you were the one to
get away?”
But, what if we lived in California,
what if we moved south of here ….
Sending poetry to the world
This cold wind
stings eyes while
pinching cheeks red.
Cold wind like death,
a playful devil,
seems to whisper
“did you really think
you were the one to
get away?”
But, what if we lived in California,
what if we moved south of here ….
Like maybe to Myrtle Beach… or even to visit!
Yes to Myrtle Beach! I would love to visit…. hope all is well with you!