It’s a golden window night
Not one to be alone
The seagulls sit together
The wind and the weather
My face stings warm, my body wrapped
Wind through the needles
My heart is cold and hears none of that
Children and Mother running
Running to their door
This night is too big for one man
Archive for November, 2008
It’s Cold Outside
By Jack in Thought Pieces
Nov
21
Comments (0)