To be warm again… #Poetry

 

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To be warm again…

A lone traveller with companion comes

Beneath sunsets blaze

Stories he must tell for food and shelter

Will curl your toes

Churchyard graves where death never sleeps

Church bells ring, candles lit

Cannot keep these souls at bay

They seek the warmth of living things

This storyteller moved on fast

Not wishing to stay where

Sun’s warmth never touches skin

His story be true or no

The cold he felt moved him on

Their stone white faces in memory stayed

As he ventured to pastures new

Where more stories await their telling…

©anitadawes 2020

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