Simple Thoughts

Caught in a simple thought
Trapped between
An unstopable force
Articulated madness within
Allowing roaming contradiction
To choose my course
Drops of clear water
Turning to whitish ice
The cold is arriving
Shivering interupts
The Arousing warm touches
To the killing force felt in freezing winds
The stars on winters lost horizon
Not lonely, they float in splendor
Poetry flows through simple thoughts
And drives me mad for warming pleasure

poem by Howard Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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