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Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Cold Soul

This cold morning chills me

No warmth for my bones

Just ice touches of misery

Wind like a Banshee moans

Bitter thoughts in my head

No one to tenderly want

I may be one of the undead

This torment continues to haunt

If only love comes my way

Temptation to warm my soul

Someone to share hope this day

To let my emotions flow


copyright Chris Smith 2008

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