You were an early winter, and I an early bird. Your eyes the end of November and mine the start of March. Still each year till the fourth of July I fell, like that leaf in October's fall.
_hira
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Grief too is Melodic
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
