True Story

Some days call for night
For walking barefoot on frozen ground
To feel the earth thaw beneath you
To feel a hardness soften
To feel the frozen bleakness of
Grass beneath snow and gray skies
Sinking into the soil into the
Darkness of winter where
We bundle our emotions and sit
Quietly in the dark
Rubbing our eyes against
Midnight and wishing

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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