Air Of Mystery®
It's so bitter
cold is in the air,
where is the warmth
promises gone with the wind?
How did i get here
at this place,
in time is there a reason
for the snap?
Will it spring
back in step,
will it blossom
again on the vine?
Left to wither
away instead,
rotting from the stench
can't catch my breath!
Copyright© Will FAITH Bring HOPE Along?
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