
Winters Maladies
Published on Mon, 15th Jun 2026 at 22:58
Winters maladies beset this mind; what of me will find the line? frozen pines still lace the times where a journeys eye did reach the blind! Blustery madness lingers in walls; what of me will make the call? chosen lines regale the fall where morrows heart did land in full! Winters maladies begat the mind; what of me will yearn to rewind?












