Cold Breeze

Cold breeze feeling refreshed
Through the cracks of doors they confess
They find me no matter where I lay
The cold breezes of yesterday

The snow was here or so I thought
To cover all the mess I forgot
It did not stay long enough
For me to grow tough

Oh the cold breeze
Why does it come and freeze
My soul is so cold
I am getting far to old

I wonder why, my time must fly
When the cold breeze sighs
My life to short
Oh where’s the fort


About Pamela M. Loykowski-Durkee

born in 1959, loves to be creative, loves the great out doors.. When I met God my life changed. I now have hope and a brand new life. Of the many names I have, the one I love most of all is, Child of God.
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