Wednesday





















I Wish Everyday was This Bright


Poem

I could feel the frost lift up and gather in my nasel passage.
Thorns tearing around me wildly. But I have found a successful patch and I won't leave until it is striped bare.
As fog swirls around me and starts to lift I can see further into the distance. There's not much to see, just my lonely shadow with its self righteous sneering.
And shadows are meant to be your one and only, your soul mate.
Mine flits to and fro leaving me with the reputation close to that of a vampire.

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