As morning light
paints the winter snow
that covers all
and reveals
bare branches
except for leaves
refusing to fall
I pause to observe...
Dry and frozen
they yet refuse
clinging too long
these old thoughts
A season passed
and a world fading
in the shadows of
a forgotten song
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
