A Dream

March 10, 2019  •  Leave a Comment

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A silver evening glowing

Beneath the streetlights

That line the way

Tracks in snow meander

They are no help

If you are lost

Your breath lingers

In the frozen air

Like some ghostly remnants 

Of the words you couldn’t find

It was in the sorrow of a fading youth

That I came to understand the cold.....

 


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