In The Cold

Published on 6 October 2023 at 11:22

In The cold


*Will I ever be upon the star morning light, living dreams I can only imagine?

Never, with fear. Mysterious life, drifted only through my mind. Start now, die later, I scream in my head. Backwards living, fear I do hold, of rejection in the cold. 

By: Jennifer B. Hatton 

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