James Aykroyd

Rookie (Bradford Royal Infirmary)

Razors In The Wind - Poem by James Aykroyd

Howling away,
Leaving nothing,
As it blows away,
As we all walk through,
The force,
The chill,
It's the feeling of razors,
Cutting right through,
Trying to cover,
We pull are coats,
It howls again,
Sending a shivering blow,


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winds of winter

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013


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