in the darkening of the cold
and the greying of the old
i remember stories once told
that nothing but light
is what my future holds
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paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
future
in the darkening of the cold
and the greying of the old
i remember stories once told
that nothing but light
is what my future holds
