old is cold

Going north

No highways

Where snow

Is colder

And mountains

Too hard  to climb

Getting lost and

Tripping over frost

A great chance

Leaving behind

What was warm

Also called home

Cannot stop

I am going north.

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First Chill of Winter by Selkie

no star

it’s getting more and more lonely

this December night,

lost childhood
and weary elves

which no longer occur

no more kisses under mistletoe

my courage trembling

at my temples,

my chest getting impatient

like my  thighs

wonderful neglected verbs

longing  to emplore

somewhere to grasp

my new miracle

my axiom

or just a manger…

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“Sandcastles" from "Whispers" series by dorina costras

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