winterheart - The Poetry Shelter

" Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my Desire " John Keats
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My English Poems

your beat so slow
seems to vanish in my hands
sunlight is so cold today
snow is falling on the land

the dream is over
time is running out my love
ice has covered all the warmth
once we were so high above

the falling rain
seems to drive me now insane
with the melting snow I see
melting what I want to be

© Hans-Jörg Bohm
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