A Mother Coerced
It was in the innocent spring of life, of which, never they shared
While in the summer of youth, each gazed across or simply stared
Now these autumn winds bring whispers of twice cried tears
Of two tales told, each with the worst of harbored fear
Maybe forever their winter's discontent
Yet
Purveyors of souls, take seasons of which, always had meant
Copyright © David Archuletta | Year Posted 2009
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