and if in the eyes of diminishment, i see a fading photograph riding in the luminous colors, drowning in the epitaph through the transparency, we all will stumble forth but in a sense so general, its like from philadelphia to perth.
in greatness and in modesty, i will abide, good 'un!
This poem i find just extremely sweet, the winter to me has always been one of the most romantic periods of the year, i just like the atmosphere at this time..sometimes the cold can provide a clarity to the things around us,like the stars on a wintersnight or the bare branches of a tree, all seem more defined...i like your poem, i have always imagined snuggling up to someone in a log cabin with a log fire...thanks for the thoughts..
This is sweet, like riverseo said. Really darn good for your age. Don't you hate that? Well I said it. But "breathe in the fumes of cleaner"? Are you huffing or what? 'Cause if you are, then stop! Well, I know you hate this, but keep writing, you seem talented.