Christmas time is here.
Mistletoe hung up above.
His kiss melts your heart.
Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems
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Christmas time is here.
Mistletoe hung up above.
His kiss melts your heart.
Unexpected break.
Karma? Kismet? Happenstance?
Fluke or fate, enjoy!
Was our love for real?
I may never know for sure.
Internet love sucks.
Writing poetry.
Inspiration from within.
Words create beauty.
Deep snow blanketed the ground.
The boys ran outside.
No school means fun in the snow.
The north wind blows cold.
The smell of snow on the air.
The blizzard rolls in.