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The Girls Of Winter.

Poetry By: Terry Collett
Poetry


Tags: Girls


He saw the girls of winter in their purple rages

Touch their wrinkled loss and beauty dreams

Fire and flame their fickle loves and limbs

And toss their tickled times to weary nights


Submitted:Apr 3, 2007    Reads: 100    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


He saw the girls of winter in their purple rages

Touch their wrinkled loss and beauty dreams

Fire and flame their fickle loves and limbs

And toss their tickled times to weary nights.

These girls of cold and ice he felt their chill

And in his wasted moments warmed the ill

And sickness of their lonely hours.

These girls of frost and freeze he sensed their sad

And spent sore skins and recognized their ends

And where the tips and toes were touched

The frost-bit maidens felt their loss

And warmed their purple limbs in memory's fire

And kept to selfish selves their lost desire.





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