One dark cold night with the wind howling against the trees
As I step outside with a poetry book and a pen to write as I feel the cold breeze against my skin
Began to walk in this lonely road don't know where the road may go but I do see the light post lighting the dark night
I look up into the sky as I see clouds hovering the moonlight like the ghost into the night
Nothing to see nothing to hear just me
In this lonely road very quiet except the wind of course
My heart is cold as the night with no emotions to shown as I write this poetry dark lonely night
©wintersoph
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