above GroundA Poem by Alfred Kukitzas oppose to below
above ground
polar cold of silence frozen still air i move in old man winter’s breeze icy words fall into sunshine’s bowl i can hear her warm charm coming alas i will be above ground to see it all. © 2018 Alfred Kukitz |
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2 Reviews Added on February 13, 2018 Last Updated on February 13, 2018 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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