Wet Cheeks
The steepness of a hill on memory lane
As sun shines through whispered clouds
as tireder shoulders welcome rain
wet fingers grasp at shrouds
It's always easy going down
And okay to be alone
But only for a while
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2011
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