I miss the warmth you took.
The garden only blooms when you are in near memory. I suppose that's why I'm always in spring.
The reaping will have to suffice.
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Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
