Winters Eve

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It’s winters eve and it’s thirteen degrees outside.
In my experience of living this London life,
thirteen degrees is like early Autumn — mild.
Is it crazy to believe that my least favourite season —
will be the season of breakthrough and walking on light?
I’m so tired of the distance and conflict and bullshit between us.
These are wild times and I am wild at heart.
Let the good times start, let the good times last.

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Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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D Abboh

D Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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