Memories
My soul feels as if its
The frosted grass
The fragile blades
Covered with the cold of night
And frosted with time
Glistened as the sun rises
The foot prints of memories
Still freshly imprinted in the lawn
As they begin to thaw and return green
But you know the foot prints still remain
Although unseen
By Joshua Lloyd
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