Wondering, lingering, hanging by a thread,
a murmur in cursive letters
youth spread over the scars of years past
not even hoping to heal
else than the day’s worries.
Pain is temporary, she said softly
lay with me, in silence and let life’s rumblings pass by
aime moi, in the simplest of things
not questionning your heart
ifs and whys folded and stored
neatly, leaving the open space to her winter whispers…
Ignoring the hail and the winds
Locking the cold outside
Your beauty muttered on the endless snowbanks….
Cyranny's Cove 
Beautiful
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Very Pretty, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for the good words 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I hope to see you again soon around the Cove… I have been silent lately because of my trip out of the country, but I am back and should be a lot quicker to respond now 🙂
Have a nice Sunday! xx
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I look forward to seeing you around more. Have a wonderful day yourself. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Chalain? and commented:
“Locking the cold outside”…! Such great pain, expressed in such simple words!
Re-blogging it on:
https://chalainblog.wordpress.com
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Thank you for the 2 reblogs Ambika 🙂 I visited your blog, and really liked the tone of it… Looking forward to read you again! xx
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Thank you so much 🙂
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