Until the Spring

by Michael D Nalley   Feb 9, 2012


My heart beats slower
with each passing breath
my tempature is lower
though I am far from death
Soon the spring will arrive
to make me glad to be alive.
Being buried just to hibernate
I hope I don't wake up too late.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    It's a blessing to wake up everyday.

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