Closer than I ever thought possible,
Until we drifted apart,
Most days I can't tell what you're thinking,
Though I couldn't tell from the start
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Wistful Winter
Poesía1st collection of what I'm calling "Seasons Project" I was going to try to write enough poems to post 1 a day, for a year. I only managed to do a fourth of that before catching another case of long-term writer's block. I have decided that it is bett...
Blind
Closer than I ever thought possible,
Until we drifted apart,
Most days I can't tell what you're thinking,
Though I couldn't tell from the start
