On a vast and barren steppe
greeted frolicsome The Ringer
her as she took her last step
dragging the depths of a winter:
sunken eyes like sleepy suns,
memories like dancing leaves
in her hurricane of thoughts,
deep wrinkles like youth’s thieves…
On three legs her pace would slow,
the clock hands tangled her hair
—day by day turned into snow—.
Rest became her only prayer!
Her dear children, born in spring,
she left on her flight to the ether,
and a forlorn wedding ring,
and a cold winter beneath her.

A fabulous poem…what exquisite imagery of Winter … on three legs…tangled hair.” Marvelous and brilliant! Love it
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Thank you very much, Suzette, really. Keep posting wonderful quotes! ☀️💐
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Thank you for your great writings. Blessings 🙏❤
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Blessings to you too! ✨
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Thank you@
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Absolutely gorgeous poem, I love it!!! 😍❤️👏😘
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear Ely! I’m glad you gave it a read and enjoyed it. Stay safe and keep posting! 😊✨
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Reblogged this on Disablities & Mental Health Issues.
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Thank you for reblogging it, Kenneth. Have a beautiful day ahead! 💐
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This gave me chills! Great writing ❄️
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I’m more than glad you could feel it. Thanks a lot for your charming comment, Ingrid. Keep inspiring! 😊🙏🏼
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You too! 🙏
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This is amazing writing! You’re such an inspiration to me😊.
– TishGirl❤️
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Thank you very much for your encouraging words, really. Take good care always! 💐😊
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You’re welcome! Hope you’re well.
– TishGirl❤️
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Marvellous poetry ❤
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Thanks a lot, my friend! Take care and keep writing! 😊✨
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