Frost On The Wind Shield Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Frost On The Wind Shield



Frost on the wind shield,
Fog and heat on the inside,
Oh can you just taste the steam,
Mist, butter milk boiling,
Soft sweet skin,
She tells me now,
with you with in,
now, now, now, you,
That is how everything beings.

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