Friday, March 9, 2018


Feelings of softest blue.
This is how I see you.
Through a film of ice,
You appear so nice.
A reflection it is
That I can never miss.
As leaves float high,
I peer up at the sky
I still see your face
In every place.
I can feel your hot gaze
Even in this haze.
Please come back to me,
And we can float free.

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