Poetry, Uncategorized Latent Posted by Anne Marie Rondeau on October 4, 2017 Latent my soul exists in wait of sunshine to entice me out of my withered darkness, but the winter still comes, it is yet to arrive, so, despondent I remain, until spring beckons me to resurrect. Advertisements Share this:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related