If I could feel the summer sun in this moment
I'd rather have the snow falling
it's warmer then, she said
I love the warmth of its' heart on my skin
the breath I can see and feel in my ear
the sound of your voice slows my heart rate
and the touch of your skin speeds it up
oh the sun lights my life and my window panes
I can hear a sudden call of the wild.
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Ahoooo!
Why does this poem make me sad?
because it's about what is and wouldn't be - it's not 'in the moment'...
You want snow and wild, come see me and be in the moment. Bring your camera and your sense of wonder, don't need no money here.
I got foodstamps! Cook on the coals in the woodstove. Burn a lot of my dinners cus when I write I forget about time. Charcoal is and aquired taste I've learned to live with.
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