Regrets
A candle burning low still sparks a flame
While trees bend to say goodbye to the breeze.
A river running slow still claims a name.
A candle burning low still sparks a flame.
When snow blows in the canyon I remain
And oft deny my constant hope to please.
A candle burning low still sparks a flame
While trees bend to say goodbye to the breeze.
A river running slow still claims a name.
A candle burning low still sparks a flame.
When snow blows in the canyon I remain
And oft deny my constant hope to please,
While trees bend to say goodbye to the breeze.
The lace-like frost trims memories of these.
Contest Title: WRITE A "TRIONET" FOR ME
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Created & submitted: June 10, 2021
Results: Premier contest - First place trophy
Copyright © Ken Rone | Year Posted 2021
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