Warm Chill
By Elissa Rosenthal
The watching windows
are like the eyes
from above me.
Windows full of memories
creating a warm chill
to keep me up at night.
Hold me close douglas fir
as wind wallows through you,
as my tears
water your roots.
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Saturday, January 27, 2018
"Warm Chill" By Elissa Rosenthal
The watching windows
are like the eyes
from above me.
Windows full of memories
creating a warm chill
to keep me up at night.
Hold me close douglas fir
as wind wallows through you,
as my tears
water your roots.
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