A Poet's Dying Breath
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Say something
The snow falls and falls
In a graceful wave of winter.
It's fast movements still bestow
An aura of peace to the trees.
I'm giving up on you.
I'm only sorry
That I'm experiencing it alone.
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