Without WarmthA Poem by Dream Weaver
Previous Version This is a previous version of Without Warmth. He stands alone silently swallowing empty affairs of the heart. Women mocked him severely stealing bits and pieces of his enduring trust. For all he had to offer was a pure genuine love. Such an unconditional love, tossed out into the wind of misfortune untouched by a women’s desire. Still his hopes desires and dreams, avoiding his fears that he shall remain cold and without warmth. His appearance he knows is hard and worn but his compassionate soul is that of beauty and conviction. His vacant home is barely big enough to contain all the tears he will shed, unlucky and misplaced in a life of solitude and the unknown… © 2010 Dream WeaverReviews
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