I hope that
winter isn't
brutal this year.
Frozen souls.
Iced over minds.
Love swims deep
under the ice.
I hope I catch some.
My heart is the bait.
Sharp hook, as the
trumpets blast.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAdvMXLg6DA Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I put my poetry readings. The recent video is of a reading I did at Three Bells Bookstore. My books are available on Amazon. Sleep Always Calls is the latest.
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Comments5
It seems that we are always fishing for something. A good read Thomas
Thank you. Much appreciated.
You are most welcome Thomas
Very relatable. Well done, Thomas. Powerful! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Much appreciated, my friend.
You're most weclome!
A great write, Thomas. Nicely done.
Thank you, my friend.
In one word - beautiful.
Much appreciated.
That is a big piece of bait, hope you net the right catch, Great Write
lol. Thank you.
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