On a cold winter night Trembling parts of words Waked my silent sleep Moved my feet in darkness To open the door A poem was standing Outside the door Before I could take the pen It withered away with cold wind Morning when I went to Pickup the daily papers Drops of red ink smiled upon It's #poemtime. Collab and add your lines to it. In the caption, add 100poemsfor100days with the hashtag if you're participating in the challenge. Don't forget to add the day if this is your entry for the day. #poemoutsidethedoor #100poemsfor100days #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
