The cold comes in like
an apocalypse
breaking a million
promises
Made among
wild roses
lilies
and sunny
days
Behold autumn!
As she first
learns
to crawl
Crawling

Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.
The cold comes in like
an apocalypse
breaking a million
promises
Made among
wild roses
lilies
and sunny
days
Behold autumn!
As she first
learns
to crawl
‘The cold comes in like
an apocalypse
breaking a million
promises’
Absolutely love this!
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Thanks so much!! I appreciate that.
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Loved it, especially the last four lines.
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Thanks I have had this in a draft form for awhile and the last 4 lines just came to me today ; )
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Oh wow that’s so nice. Sometimes it just comes to you.
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Comforting hot cider in words.
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