The trees
are naked
the sky
is grey
the day
is silent
the snowdrops
virgin white.
.
I am yearning
for something
nameless
someone
curious
someone
restless
distant beauty
beyond my reach.
.
I write these words
to ease the ache.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not a new post, yet written on a February day, like this one.
Art by William Oxer
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