End Of Cold

Warmth of the breeze.
Dry of the sands.
Leaves turning brown.
Hands sweat until dawn.

Your sunburned skin.
Thirst of your throat.
Hiding under the trees.
You walk the winding bridge.

Meteors fall.
Lanterns in the skies.
From the cliff you stand.
You see the barren land.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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