Mending love wounds
We went for a walk In a driving snowstorm The wind flung handfuls of Ice and snow at our faces And caught Our breaths Unaware You took my hand I held on tightly— Afraid to let you go Afraid my love would not be enough Afraid the wind would carry you away I held on tightly— Until we could breathe freely Until our love wound healed Until we were together again
I’ve started adding videos to my other social media posts, like Instagram. This is the video I created (with the help of Canva) to introduce my little poem.
A story about an escape:
Crossing, 16 December 2023
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