Winter’s Numb

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Oh! Summer’s suckled brow –

How long and far are you now?

Pillows of a many painted smile,

Light and bright all the while.

So, dark descends to mine,

The Sun of our heart’s design.

Morning’s eve are come,

Blurring the eyes of some.

In tenebrous flickers,

Our minds in blinkers.

Thoughts of love succumb,

To that of winter’s numb.

 

© K.N.Liddington

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