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    Poems For A Winter's Night
    Poems For A Winter's Night
    Poems For A Winter's Night
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    Poems For A Winter's Night

    By C. D. Melley

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    Romance author turned poet, C. D. Melley, returns with his second poetry collection, "Poems for a Winter's Night". 

    Penned during the cold Canadian winter of 2015, Mr. Melley offers 24 new poems showcasing his life during the season.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDouglas J. McLeod
    Release dateFeb 18, 2015
    ISBN9781533773531
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      Poems For A Winter's Night - C. D. Melley

      Missing You

      There is a distinct chill in the air My coffee cup is empty

      And, the silence in the room Is deafening.

      I think back to the last time we were together On that warm summer night

      And, those memories Bring a warmth to my soul.

      However, many months have gone Since those August moments

      And, my bed has grown cold Without you lying beside me.

      I still long for the day

      When we’ll be together again Knowing how much

      You complete me.

      There is a hole in my heart Because I miss you, terribly

      But, I’m still counting down the days Until we’re reunited again.

      Polar Vortex

      There is a bitter cold Gripping the continent

      Temperatures are unseasonably low Everywhere you

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