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Winter

Dead leaves blow down deserted streets, my orphaned dreams get caught in the gales of sorrow. I sit here staring at the bottle, and wonder if this pain can be swallowed. Numb to the plastic sympathy of the promise breakers, who call me friend, while turning away. I question my sanity and the existence of happiness, A concept I can't embrace. The chill wind blows across my soul, and I burn another dream to try and stay warm. winter comes and no-one can stop it, And my heart stands frozen... waiting for spring...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 5/24/2016 5:51:00 AM
I like the imagery on the 5th line. so much to ponder on. The ending is amazing. Linda
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Mordred Sillence
Date: 5/24/2016 6:16:00 AM
Thank you for your observations. It means alot, coming from someone of your talent! James

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