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Under the clouds in December,
We walk downtown, near the creek.
Why is the water moving on?
The cold may be present, but why does it never reach our fire?

Years of memories to remember
No matter the jealousy, battles, and mental wrongs, the journey to the top of the mountain is nearing to the peak.
Why do we need to stick as opposite friends or ions?
When the time is urgent, our bond is the most dire.

A mad man, a childish man, and vivid woman
Who cares?
The winter is our friend
To burn our fires, on the coldest night in our town in December.
A poem describing my love of Warden, Frogg and I, using the visual of a walk downtown in the winter. This picture isn't my property!
ArthurCrow Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2012  Professional Writer
The title caught my attention first.... and your descriptions flowed nicely. Overall - a captivating read.
Well done :)
TDS411 Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. Your poem, Venus is beautiful. Overall, thank you for the watch.
ArthurCrow Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2012  Professional Writer
You're welcome, and glad you enjoyed Venus!
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