Your Needles Prick my Soul

Your Needles Prick my Soul

The coniferous trees stand solemn

Lined under a blue black night

Sentries to another world

Needles glisten in the moonlight

Snow piles at their feet

Crunching under my toes

Cold air rushes into my heart

Freezing my brain

As I lay in bed

Beside you

Dreaming of somewhere warmer.

Marie Malo

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