I WAS WINTER...A Poem by Craig FromanI was winter to be read in a whisper
I was blue winter crystal, dormant splintered… You were blushing spring budding, flowering beginnings… My heart encased in frosted wintertide replaced by your golden ride your fertile, thriving springtide… Cold sleep, white spell apple orchard scents now swell… Misting breath now warm your untamed hands a living storm… Lilting clouds kiss the hills like angel wings amiss… Passionate desire rising within me like sunfire… I was winter…
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Added on September 25, 2009Last Updated on September 9, 2010 AuthorCraig FromanSmall town, ARAboutWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, eng.. more..Writing
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