Winterscore ©
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Still I am counting suns
Still I am counting suns
The moon a cyclic friend
I’m aging quickly now
Past halfway to the end
Stars in a season sky
Comets that come and go
Who will take care of me
When I have grown too old
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