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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