It Doesn'T Snow In My Winter
Like an angel at my bedside
You always come to me in dreams.
Sometimes I see you smile;
Or talk once in a while.
Do you miss me?
Because I do.
My younger days- they had you.
My older years will always know you.
You faded like a morning mist;
A scar you left- it can't be healed.
It doesn't snow in my winter
But my heart begins to shiver.
As it can't unremember
That day in one December.
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