A poem.
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One more drink before we go. I said,
into the woods, into the distant snow.
But, her woods were not lovely. Dark, deep
I said. The warmth, the breadth
of my queer horse between my gaunt legs. Ringing
in the bell and dormant death,
I run the course of fear and delight. In snow,
on this promising night. I am alone,
to gaze through sweeps of broken silence.
This is an intriguing piece, pregnant with meaning. Nice poem
Thanks @troynamps. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and upvote!
Always a pleasure when it comes to poetry