Cold Years Quiet Times
days pass
times past,
glide by,
so slow
is life in the
shadow:
lyrical times
long forgotten
absences no
more remembered:
a blank future
lies ahead,
an empty wasteland
of cold years
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2018
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