Cold Skies
creamy, feathery veil hangs above
swirls of silk, milky frost, white as a dove
Wintry sky, numbing, chilled, arctic firmament
like a heart...empty, void of a love sent
where birds cannot fly, nor the love of you and I
cold space, stillness of hope to soar
away from the gloom of gray
on to the brighter day.
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