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neverwas

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The yellow brick road!
condensation writtings on windows
tell a tale to those that walk past.
its nice and warm inside.
cant you see the glow?

how inviting...

i bet theres heater on.
or maybe an open fire place?
somewhere nice and toasty to curl up.
with a good book, maybe someone warm to hug.

its been raining here now for quite some time.
i wake up each morning wishing and hopeing
there will be the faintest sign of sunshine.
warmth.

i look out the window
but yet im greeted with another frost.

dew drops on roses
and mist as far as the eye can see.
i walk to the train and cant see infront of my face.

stumbling.

ghostly shadows of images to come by keep forming shape till its well and truely past.

i draw a heart in the condensation once again.
im reminded of past time, people and past events.
water runs down my finger.
suddenly its wet.

winter.

...i sigh...
 
i like this cos, at least to me i might be completely off, it describes a situation and an emotion and a season. its really beautiful and flows reallly well.
 
Wow - I like it :) .
Winter is my favourite season, though I'd like to know if something or some event(s) in the past that may have taken place in Winter have influenced this piece or if it is something entirely different.
 
ahhh this was lovely starsfalls. I especially liked this bit:
condensation writtings on windows
tell a tale to those that walk past

It's the smallest details that make life interesting.
 
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