Our time together was memorable but brief, yet long lasting too.
Tag: poetry
Appears Death Won
It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring.
Bare
My words are the leaves of winter: gone. Not seen or heard or read. I'm bare.
Words
There they are: All words. I can see them at night up in the sky like stars.
Off Switch
The sky is dark now And everyone is asleep Except for my brain.
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