Saturday, March 29, 2014


   Awoken by footsteps of winter, I ran to the door
     The winds raging roaring,
       exploring the cracks in the floor
    The fire unstarted, but soon the flame flickers the warm
      Though brightly the sun shines,
        it's hidden away by the storm

     I ran to the fire to see if the coffee had burned
       Then back to my book,
         noticing that the pages had turned
     I lye by my lover, in wonder, for what be the reason?
        Are these wind blown pages my life
          passing by in the seasons?  

      Stay cozy my friends          Wizzzmo

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