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Blanketed Earth

  • Writer: Jennifer O
    Jennifer O
  • Feb 18, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Feb 28, 2021

Arms barren, the beds in your hold long forgotten since the white blanket fell over your home.


Head held high up in the clouds, you’re one of the first locations to be covered when the sky lets go.


Nestled in your blanket

you rest your tired body

with your feet buried in the earth

and your soul asleep,

waiting for the cold to pass.

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Mary-Elizabeth Grace Meek
Mary-Elizabeth Grace Meek
18 feb 2021

I love the poem..it feels like I feel:). Did you write it?

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Jennifer O
Jennifer O
18 feb 2021
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Thank you! Yes, I wrote it a couple of years ago, but felt that it was applicable now :)

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