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Heartfelt Thoughts On a Cold Winters Day

The last decaying reniments of summers glorious bounty that adorned and dressed the sprawling towering trees fall like confetti and are swept away precariously biting breeze. The winter sun peeps from behind the ominous clouds of grey As icicle fingers hang from moss covered cold boulders as the cursing cutting air gets colder. Following the winding well trodden path over bridge spanning gushing brook I catch my own reflection and my whole world is shook. It took me years to travel these steps we used to love our special place Where the winter wind would blow your hair and redden the cheeks upon your wonderful face. How we would love to walk arm in arm laughing talking and acting like a child then suddenly both stop without signal and I'd push you against a tree and kiss you passionately for a while, How we laughed tears when I mistaking a cow for a bull and you got your hair caught on a low branch and it got tangled boy had we to pull. In my mind I see you so clearly and hear the words you used to say and my heart is so full of pain as I recall that terrible day we rested you beneath the lovers oak tree where you declared your death defying love for me and we both carved our names for eternity. No words can express just how much I miss you My life a lonely desert where nothing blooms a sea of grey until we meet once again by the oak tree wait for me one glorious heavenly summers day. Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

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Date: 1/1/2014 7:07:00 PM
aww this is so sad and pulls at the heartstrings, but it's romantic and beautiful all the same :)
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Peter Dome
Date: 1/1/2014 7:37:00 PM
Thank you my friend, Iu may have not been real, but I sure know the pain of loss.Hope your ok. take care, best wishes. Pete.,

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