Sunday, January 15, 2012

Of the gust’s groans and the heart’s moans

When the icy January gust groans
And to its haughty beats the heart moans
People dream of weaving stories
So through misty windows they slip into reveries
About people, places and rivers
Where in the blue winter sky shimmers
A star that glitters like a golden leitmotif
In a poem about lovers who’ve never had a tiff

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