The sound of spring

I used to be someone who
loved the sound of spring,
loved the sound of life,
but somewhere along the way
I began feeling so good in the cold
that sweaters became my warmth
and fireplaces became
the only places I could still burn marshmallows.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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