my hands are perpetually cold and the only thing warming them is the trust inside your eyes; this is easier than anyone thought it would be.02/05/2009Posted on 02/06/2009Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
02/05/2009
Posted on 02/06/2009Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
I really like that last line.
This poem transported me to the Canadian wilderness - before our continent was fully colonized - a log cabin - frontiers people - Indians still rulers - that's a mighty powerful piece of work - and quite beautiful ....