Lips are blasted numb.
Whisp’ring comes with Spring:
Airs, graced, thaw the tongue.
Some are set on Summer:
Heated their exchange!
Ought umbrage to Autumn bridge
Find mouth of Winter strange?
Showing posts with label Pastoral Poetry Seasonal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pastoral Poetry Seasonal. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Open Season
When tear Winter winds,
Lips are blasted numb.
Whisp’ring comes with Spring:
Airs, graced, thaw the tongue.
Some are set on Summer:
Heated their exchange!
Ought umbrage to Autumn bridge
Find mouth of Winter strange?
Lips are blasted numb.
Whisp’ring comes with Spring:
Airs, graced, thaw the tongue.
Some are set on Summer:
Heated their exchange!
Ought umbrage to Autumn bridge
Find mouth of Winter strange?
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