Winter Morning

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Abstract

e your skin the morning after your spirit left your body and found its way home. Sometimes we are lost in the alleyways of our lives and do not know what path to take that might open the door and shed light on our dream. I loved the warmth of your soul as it lay next to m

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e and comforted me in the darkness before the coming day. We must forgive each other and find hope in the salvation of our spirits. We must dance beneath the stars and listen to the sound of snow falling.</p><p id="cf2b">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p></article></body>

A Story-Poem

The snow is cold to the touch like your skin the morning after your spirit left your body and found its way home. Sometimes we are lost in the alleyways of our lives and do not know what path to take that might open the door and shed light on our dream. I loved the warmth of your soul as it lay next to me and comforted me in the darkness before the coming day. We must forgive each other and find hope in the salvation of our spirits. We must dance beneath the stars and listen to the sound of snow falling.